All that way to take care of my dunk ass

On a random weeknight in my mid-twenties, I decided to have one too many drinks while at home, alone. Real lonely stuff, right? Laying in bed, I started texting a coworker out of the blue. We saw each other daily, but our work rarely crossed paths. We had occasionally been flirtatious, but nothing more, mostly just friendly. Apparently, I was feeling bold, and after exchanging some pleasantries (and noting I was reasonably drunk), I tossed in a comment about how horny I was. Typical drunk guy move, and not really expecting anything more, the conversation naturally moved on. I few minutes later, she made what I thought was a joke about coming over to hang out. Going along with it, I jokingly responded with the code to unlock the front door because I “was in no shape to get out of bed”. Then she asked for my address, which I assumed part of the game, and after giving it to her, I didn’t hear from her for 20 minutes. At some point during those 20 minutes, I realized she might actually be coming. To this point we’d never hung out outside of work, and I never knew her to be particularly spontaneous or outgoing.

After another 15 minutes or so, she texted she was here, and asked for directions… of course she’d never been in my house and had no idea where anything was. She made her way up the stairs and into my room. She was ~5’9”, relatively nerdy with a moderate amount of themed tattoos and a gamer t-shirt paired with jeans and glasses. Her body was fair, skinny but not underweight, and no real hips or butt to speak of. Her standout and most obvious feature was a pair of absolutely massive natural boobs that were way to big for her frame. She sat down on the bed next to me like she belonged there, and we started chatting while watching whatever it was I had on tv.

Sadly, I don’t exactly remember what led to this, but the being horny topic came up again and led to a makeout session that I didn’t see coming. With her being completely sober and myself still quite drunk, she was in control of the situation. After a few minutes her hands made their way down to my pants where she skillfully pulled off my pants and took out my cock, obviously by this point quite hard. I was in no real position to try and keep up, and ended up laying back and enjoying myself while she begun to stroke me off. What felt like the next five to ten minutes was pure bliss, and that’s saying something for a lowly handjob. I could barely hold myself together and vividly remember grasping for her fantastic tits and moaning uncontrollably. Sadly, I was never able to coordinate myself well enough to take them out, although I’m sure she would have let me in the moment. It didn’t matter anyways; between the way they felt, soft and firm at the same time, having them shoved in my face as she reached over me to stroke with more vigor, and the gravity of the whole situation I certainly wasn’t expecting, I was totally consumed. I finished with that kind of orgasm after you’ve tried so hard to keep it in, that the feeling just builds and explodes all at once. Mildly convulsing, I sprayed all over myself and her hand.

As I lay there, she cleaned herself up and brought me a towel. She sat with me for another half hour, never asking for anything in return, chatting pleasantly before excusing herself for the night and driving home. We hooked up a few more times before ultimately moving on, and I did get to reveal her tits; they were just as fantastic as they felt.