Married Office Colleague Pressed Her Huge Breasts for a Blowjob in the Quiet Afternoon Document Room

It was nearly the end of lunch break. I, Yugo from sales, was sorting a stack of receipts in the company document room where soft spring light gradually filtered through the windows. Beside me, Aya from HR was doing the same task. Aya was a married woman in her early thirties with a calm air, seeming a bit weary of her husband as she chatted absentmindedly.

"Yugo, my husband hasn't been coming home much lately. He always claims he's busy, though."

Aya's voice carried a hint of loneliness, and I nodded vaguely while replying. As we kept working together on the sofa at the back of the document room, our bodies slowly drew closer. Her shoulder brushed my arm. Her soft body heat, like spring air, reached me and made me tense slightly. While voicing her recent frustrations, she looked my way and smiled.

(Something about the mood is shifting...)

At that moment, Aya shifted lightly and leaned nearer. Her breasts moved beside me. The large swells were clearly visible, plump and round beneath her shirt fabric—heavy G-cup fullness. Continuing her complaints about her husband, she naturally pressed her breasts against my shoulder. The soft, warm sensation seeped through my sleeve.

Her breasts pushed closer. The weight and bounce approached all at once, and my breath caught. Aya seemed aware, angling her body deliberately nearer. Her cleavage brushed softly against my arm, the faint sound of fabric rubbing echoing in the quiet room.

"Yugo, if you like, shall we rest somewhere more comfortable?"

Saying that, she leaned in as if guiding me toward the edge of the sofa. Her breasts pressed firmly against my chest now. The generous flesh squished softly, transmitting its warmth directly. Thinking (This is dangerous... if she gets any closer), I still couldn't move. After one more complaint about her husband, Aya quietly reached for my zipper.

Her fingers extended gently and touched my cock as if to envelop it. Slowly drawing it out, she stroked with her fingertips. I was already hard. Smiling, Aya lowered her face and brought my cock to her lips. Her large breasts swayed with the motion, hanging heavily as if pressing forward.

"It's so hard already..."

Her tongue flicked lightly over the tip. The slick sensation raced through me, and I shuddered involuntarily. Aya opened wider and took my full length into her warm mouth. Wet slurping sounds echoed softly. While pressing her huge breasts against my thighs, she moved her head up and down. The breast swells compressed, changing shape against my skin.

(Those breasts are incredible... so big yet so soft...)

As her movements quickened, Aya's breasts shook vigorously. Her nipples faintly showed through the thin shirt. Keeping me in her mouth, she swirled her tongue while taking me to the base. Lewd wet sounds filled the document room. Each pulse of the thick veins made the back of her throat tighten.

She released me once, then used both hands to squeeze her huge breasts together around my cock. The ample flesh wrapped warmly and slid up and down in the slick valley. Whenever the tip emerged from between them, Aya took it back into her mouth. Her nipples had stiffened slightly with the motion, and I couldn't hold back.

"Aya... it feels too good..."

I couldn't help thinking (I really want to bury myself in these breasts). Aya worked her huge breasts more vigorously, continuing with wet sounds of mingled fluids. Eventually my hips bucked, and a thick release shot into her mouth. Aya swallowed with audible gulps, then spread the remaining fluid across her breast valley with her fingers.

Both of us breathing hard, we continued in the back of the document room. With clothes disheveled, she pressed her body to mine and guided my hands to her soft breasts. The generous flesh overflowed between my fingers, and each pinch of her nipples drew small sounds from her. Wrapped in that hot, trembling sensation, we joined repeatedly in the quiet room that afternoon.

Since then, whenever Aya complained about her husband she would summon me to the back of the document room, pressing her huge breasts against me each time. I remained captivated by her passionate body, recalling those moments daily while stroking myself alone.