Busty Female Boss Handjob: Izakaya Reunion on Business Trip Night

On the night I arrived in the provincial city for my business trip, I found myself drifting into a small izakaya in town. In the cold winter air, the interior filled with steam and the aroma of sake was surprisingly lively. Sitting at the counter, I ordered a beer and was sipping my glass alone when a familiar voice called out from the next seat.

"Ichiro-kun?"

Turning around, there was Yukari. My boss from the sales department. I hadn't known she was in town on a business trip too. Usually in a suit, today she was dressed casually in a knit sweater and skirt, with her hair falling to her shoulders slightly loosened. Her large breasts pushed up against the fabric of the sweater, softly highlighted by the pale winter lighting.

"Manager... what a surprise to see you here."

"The business trip schedule changed suddenly. Well, it's a coincidence."

Yukari smiled wryly and suggested the seat next to her. We ordered more beer and shochu, and started drinking while complaining about work. She began talking about the recent pressures. The loneliness of management, supporting subordinates, balancing with family. Her words gradually tangled, and her eyes moistened a bit.

"Ichiro-kun, you're so honest. Thanks for listening to me."

As the alcohol took effect, the distance between us shrank. Our elbows touched. Her perfume and the smell of sake tickled my nose. By the time we left the bar, the cold outside wind tightened around our bodies. On the way back to the neighboring business hotel, Yukari lightly grabbed my arm.

"Want to talk a bit more in the lounge?"

The hotel lounge was almost empty late at night. We sat on the sofa and ordered more wine. Yukari's eyes took on a heated look, and her hand rested on my knee. At first it was a light touch, but gradually her fingers began to move as if crawling.

"No one will come here, right..."

She leaned in, pressing her large breasts against my arm. The soft, warm sensation came through clearly even over our clothes. Though the winter lounge air was cold, only her body heat was hot. Psychological resistance slowly melted away with the alcohol, the darkness, and her assertiveness.

"Ichiro-kun, you're getting hard..."

With a whisper, Yukari's hand reached for my belt. She unzipped it, and I felt her touch directly on my skin. Her fingers warmly gripped and began moving slowly up and down. Her large breasts pressed even more strongly, and her breath hit my neck. In the dim lighting of the lounge, only her sighs and my heartbeat were audible.

Her finger movements gradually quickened. She enveloped me with her whole palm, adding stimulation by tracing the tip with her thumb. The weight and softness of her large breasts repeatedly pressed against my chest, making reason fade. Yukari's eyes narrowed lewdly, and her lips smiled.

"...Because it's a business trip, you know."

The act continued for a long time. The sensation of her hand, the pressure of her large breasts, mixed with the quiet of the winter night, and my body trembled. Finally, it built up all at once, and heat spurted into her hand. Yukari exhaled with satisfaction and slowly released her fingers.

Sinking our bodies into the lounge sofa, we spent a while silently catching our breath. After crossing that line in our relationship, silence lingered heavier than words, yet sweetly. The winter night was still long.