Busty Saleswoman Gives Nursing Handjob at Orchard Harvest Celebration

The summer night at the orchard was filled with the sweet scent of fruits melting into the air. The local harvest celebration party was held around piles of freshly picked apples and peaches. I, Keita, am a man in my early thirties running the orchard farm alone. Though my days are spent sweating in the soil, this event was a rare treat and I felt a bit excited. The venue was a renovated warehouse space where tables of beer and local sake drew out everyone's laughter. As the night deepened, more participants arrived. Local farming friends and neighbors. Among them, what caught my eye was Akari. She appeared to be a door-to-door saleswoman, circulating with a bright smile while promoting fruit nutritional supplements. Probably in her late twenties, she had her black hair tied in a ponytail and wore a thin summer blouse. But what stood out most were the full breasts pushing up that blouse. Her massive G-cup breasts, like ripe fruit, swayed with a heavy jiggle every time she walked. (Ah, what volume... I wonder what they would feel like to touch.) I couldn't help staring, and my hand trembled around the beer glass. Akari approached me once the party grew lively. "Hello, you're Keita-san, right? Congratulations on the orchard harvest!" Her voice was bright and refreshing like a summer breeze. I quickly set down my glass and smiled back. "Thank you. You're Akari-san? A saleswoman, huh. Promoting here must be tough." The conversation began to flow. Akari had recently moved to the area and visited various homes for her sales work. When the talk turned to the orchard, she revealed her love of fruit and asked about the hardships of peach season. After several beers my tension eased, yet my eyes kept drifting to her chest. Deep cleavage peeked through the blouse, leaving me breathless. (Those breasts... how soft would they feel if I buried my face in them? Focus.) Akari continued smiling as if unaware. "Keita-san, tell me more sweet stories like the fruit." Near midnight participants began to leave. My head felt light from the alcohol. Akari leaned in and whispered. "Keita-san, you haven't had enough yet, have you? Want to talk outside, just the two of us?" My heart jumped. (Is this a chance? With a woman this busty...) I nodded and we headed to a small rest hut behind the warehouse. The night breeze brushed our skin while insects chirped in the distance. Inside the hut was dim, stacked with fruit crates. Akari sat on a cushion and invited me beside her. "It's quiet here. Let's continue our talk." Her warmth was close; her breasts lightly brushed my arm. Soft, warm, and my crotch reacted at once. We opened another beer and toasted. Talk turned personal. Akari spoke of job loneliness; I mentioned orchard pressures. "I'm glad someone like you is nearby, Keita-san." Her words warmed me. With the alcohol's help my gaze returned to her chest. Akari smiled and loosened her blouse. "Stared at like that is embarrassing..." (No way... is she inviting me?) Breathing hard, I couldn't speak. Akari gently pulled me close and pressed her breasts against me. The sensation exceeded imagination. Her G-cup breasts sank heavily into my chest. Soft yet elastic, the weight of them came through the thin, slightly damp fabric. "Keita-san, nervous? If you like, I can help you relax." Her sweet voice melted into my ear. She removed my shirt and slowly opened her blouse. Her bra appeared, huge breasts in black lace glowing in the moonlight. Pink areolas, nipples already stiff and pointed. (Ah, God... I've never seen breasts this perfect.) My cock throbbed painfully in my pants, precum soaking through. Akari laid me on the cushions and rested my head in her lap. From her seated position her massive breasts hung directly above my face. "Suck like nursing? Gently, okay?" (Nursing handjob... like a dream. I've only ever imagined this.) I opened my mouth and latched onto her nipple. Making wet sounds, I rolled it with my tongue. Sweet sweat spread across my tongue as the soft flesh filled my mouth. Akari moaned softly and freed my cock. It sprang out thick and veined; she wrapped her hand around it. "Wow, Keita-san's cock is so hot and hard..." Her hand stroked slowly up and down. The pleasure of the nursing handjob raced through me. Sucking her nipple while feeling her grip. Her thumb teased the head, gently squeezing the shaft. (Too good... her breasts pressing on my face, I can barely breathe, yet I don't want to stop.) Unable to hold back, I lifted my hips. I grabbed her massive breasts with both hands and kneaded them. The soft flesh overflowed between my fingers, rippling like waves. She quickened her pace and whispered. "Suck more. My nipples feel good." I alternated between both nipples, lightly nibbling. When I lifted her blouse her panties were damp, her clit pressing against the fabric. (I want to touch her too... but this is enough. Being buried in these breasts is heaven.) Her strokes grew faster. My cock reached its limit, balls tightening. "Akari... I'm coming...!" Thick semen erupted into her hand. White fluid splashed across her breasts as well. Breathless, I stayed pressed against her chest, unable to move. She stroked my head gently and wiped me clean. "Keita-san, that was intense. I didn't expect you to get so excited." (My fantasy came true... yet finishing so fast feels pathetic.) Conflicting feelings swirled inside. Something forbidden? Or the start of something more? Akari hugged me and spoke like sharing a secret. "This stays between us. Come back to the orchard so we can meet again." Outside, summer stars glittered. Lost in the afterglow, we quietly returned to the party. The feel of Akari's massive breasts stayed etched in my mind. This meeting felt like the beginning of a deeper bond. Yet my nightly fantasies would only grow more intense. The orchard morning tasted sweeter than ever.