Business Trip Fling: Busty FWB Gives Sloppy Blowjob in Hotel Room

It was past ten o'clock on a winter night when I arrived at the business hotel on my business trip. Outside, a cold wind was blowing fiercely, and small frost clung to the window glass. After entering the room and setting down my suitcase, I immediately picked up my smartphone. A message from Miho had already arrived, with just the short text: "Can I come over now?" As Hiroshi, I was the sales representative for the client, and she was Miho, the secretary with whom I had met many times in that capacity. Our arrangement as friends with benefits had continued for about six months, and it had become routine to meet like this whenever I was on a business trip.

Fifteen minutes after sending the message, there was a knock at the door. When I unlocked it, Miho was standing there. She wore a long black coat with a white knit sweater underneath. Her chest rose plumply, and even through the layered clothing meant to ward off the winter chill, the lines of her full breasts stood out clearly. Her black hair fell in loose waves, and she wore a deep red lipstick. Behind her tired expression, I could see a hint of anticipation.

"You must be cold. Come in quickly."

When I said that, Miho smiled faintly and entered the room. After taking off her coat, the blouse under her sweater emphasized her chest with a noticeable sense of pressure, as if the size was a bit tight. She draped the discarded coat over a chair and looked up at me from the center of the room.

"Were you busy today too, Hiroshi?"

"Yeah. How about you?"

"Secretary work is the same as always. But... I've been looking forward to this ever since I got the notice about the business trip."

Her voice was slightly hoarse, perhaps not yet recovered from the cold outside air, and her breath appeared white. Outside the window, snow had begun to flutter down, and the soft glow of streetlights filtered into the room.

I placed my hand on her shoulder and slowly drew her closer. Miho yielded without resistance, and the sensation of her knit-covered breasts pressing against my arm came through immediately. Even through the thick winter fabric, the softness and weight were unmistakable. She narrowed her eyes and rested her forehead against my chest.

"Touch me... quickly."

At those words, I slid my fingers under the hem of her sweater and into her blouse. A bit of cool air lingered between the fabric and her skin, but my fingers soon met the warm swell of her breasts. Miho's breasts were large and soft, far too ample to fit in my hands. When I pressed my fingers in, the elastic flesh seemed to overflow between them.

She let out a small breath and bent her knees slightly. I wrapped my other arm around her waist and guided her toward the bed. The room lighting was subdued, with only the bedside lamp casting a warm glow. In the quiet of the winter night, I could hear her breathing grow a little heavier.

Miho sat on the edge of the bed and reached for the belt of my pants. Her fingertips weren't trembling; rather, her movements were filled with certainty. She lowered the zipper, slipped her hand inside, and grasped my already hardened length.

"It's hot... Have you been like this the whole time?"

"I've been thinking about you since before the trip."

She smiled and began to stroke me slowly. In the dry winter air, the warmth of her palm stood out. Miho looked up at me and gradually lowered herself to her knees on the carpet. With both knees on the floor, her sweater-covered breasts sagged downward, the deep cleavage of her large, heavy breasts clearly visible.

She drew my length to her face and slowly ran her tongue along it. First she licked the tip lightly, wetting it with saliva, then enveloped it with her lips. Sounds echoed through the room—the wet, sticky sounds, the sounds of her tongue entwining, her ragged breaths. Miho pressed her breasts together with both hands, sandwiching my length in her cleavage while sucking strongly on the tip with her mouth.

Inside the warm, moist cavity, her tongue moved meticulously. Rather than trying to take it deep all at once, she teased with shallow strokes while applying strong pressure. Occasionally, the light scrape of her teeth sent a shiver down my spine. Noticing this, Miho increased her pace, bobbing her head back and forth as she continued the act.

Her breasts moved up and down while clamped around me. The sensation of those large breasts swaying heavily inside the sweater could be felt directly under my palms. I placed my hand on her head, gently parting her hair as I began to move my hips slightly back and forth. Miho responded by accepting me deeper into her throat, occasionally making a slight choking sound but never letting go.

"Nngh... mmph..."

The sounds escaping her throat only emphasized the quiet of the room. Outside the window, snow continued to fall silently, and occasionally the distant sound of someone walking down the hotel hallway could be heard. Her mouth was hot, and her tongue's movements grew more intense. I kneaded her breasts with both hands, searching for and pinching her nipples. Miho's body jolted, and the pressure in her mouth intensified for a moment.

The act continued for a long time. Even as she paused to catch her breath several times, she maintained her kneeling posture, meticulously licking, sucking, and enveloping me with her breasts in a sticky, deliberate manner. Saliva overflowed from the corner of her mouth, dampening the front of her sweater, but Miho paid it no mind and never stopped moving. Amid the lingering chill of the winter night in the room, our bodies grew heated, and the bedsheets were slightly disheveled.

She occasionally glanced up at my face, narrowing her eyes as she tried to take me even deeper. Each time, a hazy white sensation washed over my mind. Miho's hands gripped my thighs, pressing her breasts firmly against me as she stimulated me simultaneously with her mouth and cleavage. The wet, sticky sounds continued, and as her breathing grew rougher, I could feel the pleasure gradually approaching its peak.

The night was still long. The snow kept falling without pause, and inside the room, only Miho's body heat and my breathing seemed to slowly melt away the cold winter air.