Late-Night Bar FWB: The Night My Regular Sex Friend Gave Me an Irresistible Blowjob

The summer night was humid and stuffy. Amid the city's neon lights glowing dimly, I was waiting to meet up with Rico as usual. I'm Shun, a freelance event planner in my mid-30s. Work keeps me busy, but romance is nonexistent and I have no girlfriend. Rico and I have been friends with benefits for about two years, occasionally getting physical. Rico works as a curator at a local art gallery and is probably in her late twenties. She has a slender frame topped with unbelievably large breasts. When we first met she told me they were G-cup, and seeing that volume sway even through her clothes made my mind go blank. Those soft-looking swells, the deep cleavage, the shadows clearly visible through her thin summer blouse—it was all I could do to look away.

Tonight was our usual drinking session where we vent about work. The spot was a hidden late-night bar downtown with private booths that kept things discreet. Close to midnight, I arrived first and sat at the counter sipping a beer while I waited. The cold glass felt good against my sweaty skin. Rico came in late. She wore a black tank top and short skirt, light summer clothes. Her huge breasts bounced with each step, locking my gaze in place.

"Shun, sorry I'm late. Cleanup at the gallery ran long."

Rico smiled and slid into the seat beside me. The booth was dim, soft lighting highlighting her skin. Our knees brushed under the table and my pulse jumped.

"It's fine, I just got here myself. Want your usual tequila?"

I ordered from the bartender and waited for the glasses. Rico's chest was close enough to make breathing difficult. Sweat glistened in her cleavage. (God, just seeing those huge breasts this near already has me heating up down there…)

Conversation flowed naturally from work to recent dating stories. Rico attracts plenty of attention and never runs out of tales about men. I mostly listened, but the alcohol loosened our tongues.

"Shun, have you slept with anyone lately? Besides me."

Rico asked teasingly while tilting her glass. The tequila burned down my throat. I shook my head.

"No, I haven't. I've got you, so that's enough."

Truthfully, I couldn't forget her body. The feel of squeezing those huge breasts, their soft yet heavy weight. With work stress piling up, I just wanted to hold her.

As the drinks kept coming, the talk grew hotter. Combined with the summer humidity, the air in the booth felt thick. Rico's cheeks flushed and every rise and fall of her chest pulled my eyes. The tank top fabric was thin enough for the lace of her bra to show through. Those G-cup swells rippled with each breath.

"Shun, you're acting strange tonight. Have you been staring at my breasts the whole time?"

Rico giggled. I tried to look away but it was too late.

"No, it's just… summer clothes make them stand out."

(Really, I've been dying to touch them. Feel their weight in my palms, roll her nipples between my fingers…)

Rico's eyes narrowed. She was perceptive. Under the table her leg twined with mine. The bar was nearly empty, low jazz drifting from the speakers. Alcohol made my heart race.

"Heh, you're cute when you look that eager, like a virgin."

Her words nearly pushed my excitement over the edge. Her huge breasts leaned against the table, deepening the cleavage. A sweet perfume mixed with the scent of sweat. I couldn't hold back and reached for her.

Suddenly Rico slipped beneath the table. In the booth's shadows her head moved toward my lap. My heart felt like it stopped.

"Rico, what—?"

My voice shook. She looked up at me and tugged my zipper down with her fingers. My cock was already rock hard inside my pants. It twitched at her touch.

"Shun, you're so stiff. Because of my huge breasts?"

Her voice was a whisper. I could only nod. Her lips brushed the tip of my cock, warm and wet. The blowjob began. Her tongue licked slowly from the base upward. The slick saliva coated the entire shaft.

(God, it's intense… Rico's mouth is hot and soft. Getting head from a woman with breasts like that feels like a dream. I want her to take it deeper…)

Rico's head bobbed up and down. The table bumped my knees. Her huge breasts pressed against my thighs, the G-cup weight sinking softly into me. I couldn't suppress a moan and gripped the table.

Her tongue traced the underside, focusing on the head with wet sucking sounds. Saliva dripped in strings. My cock pulsed inside her mouth. Arousal peaked and my hips moved on their own.

"Rico, more… touch your nipples too."

The fantasy slipped out. Still smiling, Rico lifted her tank top with one hand. Her breasts nearly spilled free, pale flesh overflowing the bra. Her fingers pinched a nipple while she continued sucking me. Watching her play with those huge breasts while blowing me was overwhelmingly erotic.

(Those breasts are swaying… I want to slide between them. The thought of coming from a titjob won't stop. Her pussy must be soaked too…)

The pace quickened. Rico took me deep into her throat, the wet sounds loud in my ears. Summer sweat and her hot breath surrounded me. Precum leaked onto her tongue and she swallowed it, sucking harder.

"Mmm… Shun, you taste good. This twitching cock is really excited."

Her voice vibrated around me. I couldn't hold back any longer. A powerful orgasm hit and thick cum flooded her mouth. She swallowed every drop without spilling. My cock spasmed through the aftershocks.

Rico emerged from under the table, wiped her lips, and smiled with satisfaction. Her breasts were slightly disheveled, the bra strap slipped.

"Did that feel good, Shun? Doing this in a bar was thrilling, wasn't it?"

I nodded, breathing hard, still dazed.

"Rico, that was intense… your blowjob is incredible. Watching those huge breasts while you did it was unfair."

She picked up her glass and leaned against my shoulder. The booth air felt sweetly heavy. Afterward we shared a light kiss. The taste of me lingered on her lips.

"Let's keep meeting like this. I'll take care of everything you've been holding back."

Her words warmed my chest. Even as friends with benefits, the connection felt a little deeper. The usual tension melted away. Outside it was still summer night. We left the bar hand in hand, the memory of her breasts refusing to leave my mind.