Business Trip Encounter: Passionate Blowjob from a Busty Married Woman in a Private Room

The regional city I visited on my business trip was battered by the cold winter wind. I am Haruo, a corporate sales representative in my mid-thirties. Today's schedule called for a meeting in a small rental conference room. After being shown into the compact private space and spreading out my documents, the door opened.

Standing there was Ayako. She was the sales department chief, a married woman I had met once before. With a bright voice she said, "Haruo-san, it's been a while," and smiled. Even through her winter suit, her chest was unmistakably full. Her mature, voluptuous breasts strained against the fabric and swayed gently. I tried to look away, yet my gaze kept returning.

"It looks like we'll be using this room together," Ayako said. She appeared to be in her late thirties, carrying a calm presence along with a soft, sensual allure. As we talked, the room gradually warmed despite the freezing air outside. At first the conversation stayed strictly professional, moving through contract figures and upcoming plans.

Yet every time Ayako leaned across the desk, her large breasts pressed lightly against the tabletop. The buttons of her blouse looked ready to pop. I kept telling myself to focus on the papers, but my eyes kept drifting.

When the discussion paused, Ayako rose and moved to the seat beside me. Her perfume reached me, along with the warmth of her body in the chilled air. While she pointed to documents and explained, her full breasts brushed softly against my arm, the weight and softness clear even through our clothes.

"Haruo-san, this might sound forward, but… have you been seeing anyone lately?" Ayako whispered near my ear. My throat went dry. Her ample breasts were even closer now, and her breath felt warm.

In the private room with just the two of us, the distance between us shrank quickly. Ayako placed a hand on my knee and slowly lowered her gaze. My groin was already painfully hard.

She slid down beneath the desk. In the winter room her suit jacket shifted, her generous breasts swaying. She unbuckled my belt and lowered my trousers, then looked directly at my swollen, rigid cock.

"It's so hard…" she murmured, wrapping soft fingers around the base. Then her warm, wet mouth slowly enveloped me. Her tongue traced the underside with care, coating me in thick saliva. Her breasts swayed beneath the desk, brushing my thighs with their softness each time they moved.

I fought to stay quiet, hips lifting slightly as pleasure surged. Ayako took me deeper, drawing me toward the back of her throat. Wet sounds filled the room. Through the fabric of her suit I could see her large nipples had stiffened into clear points.

She occasionally lifted her head to meet my eyes while her other hand kneaded her own breasts. The sight of her fingers sinking into the soft, heavy flesh was visible through the gap under the desk. I gently held her head, urging her to continue. Saliva overflowed, soaking me completely as her tongue kept working.

Finally I reached my limit and released a thick load into her mouth, stifling my voice. Ayako swallowed nearly all of it, then gently licked me clean.

Afterward we caught our breath and looked at each other. Ayako straightened her blouse and gave a small laugh. The winter room still held a lingering warmth, while a complex, sweet aftertaste remained in my mind.

We parted that day and I returned to my routine. Yet the memory of those soft, heavy breasts and the intense sensation of her mouth stayed vivid and impossible to forget.