A story about a girl I met at a local izakaya I used to frequent. Sayaka, a 22-year-old bartender, was bright and cheerful. At first, we only exchanged casual conversation, but since I visited the place often, we gradually became close—eventually hanging out with friends, sharing our problems, and bonding over drinks. After some time had passed, I received an email from Sayaka out of the blue: "Want to grab a drink again sometime?" We arranged to meet up in the evening, strolled around town a bit, then headed to a bar. Our chat started with updates on our lives, but time flew by. When I said, "I should probably head home," she replied, "We’re not done talking yet—let’s keep drinking at my place?" Her apartment was nearby, so we stopped at a convenience store to pick up more alcohol and headed over. Drinking again at her place, Sayaka, who didn’t have a high tolerance, started getting tipsy—lounging around, snuggling up against my legs. At one point, she said, "Hey, your bra’s showing," to which I teased back, "Pervert! Don’t go peeking!" When she asked, "You’ve actually got nice boobs, huh?" I replied, "They look big, right? But they’re surprisingly small." Excited by the touch, I reached under her shirt, shifted her bra aside, and began stimulating her nipples. Her breathing quickly turned sultry, and I slid my hand fully inside, seriously groping her breasts. Her moans grew breathy and aroused, heightening my excitement. I reached into my pants and tried to touch her pussy, but she gently refused: "Not today…" Instead, she let me have her touch my hard-on over my pants. "Wow, you’re already this hard?" she asked. "Can I… use my mouth and hands?" I nodded. "Can you do it with your mouth?" Sayaka unfastened my belt, then pulled both my pants and boxers down in one motion. My cock was already slick with pre-cum. "You’re really turned on, huh?" she asked. "Yeah… your voice is just so damn sexy," I replied. Gently, she said, "I’m sorry we can’t go all the way… will you let me do this instead?" Then she took my cock into her mouth. She rolled her tongue around the head, lightly scraped the frenulum with her teeth, and flicked the ridge with her tongue tip. Her blowjob technique was incredibly skilled, and I quickly felt myself nearing climax. "I’m gonna cum…" "Go ahead, cum. Where do you want to shoot?" "Inside your mouth—is that okay?" "Yeah, it’s fine." Sayaka took me even deeper, jerking the base while vigorously moving her head. I held her head as I erupted into her mouth—shooting more than I expected. After I finished, I reached for a tissue, but she said, "Wow, you came so much! And it’s bitter—were you holding back for a long time?" "You’re just too good—I got really turned on. I’d ask you to do it again if I could." "Thanks… I got turned on too," she replied. We had a light drink again afterward and fell asleep together under the same blanket. After that, our schedules never matched, and we never had sex. I got transferred due to work, and we parted ways without ever taking it further—though we said, "Next time I visit, let’s finally do it." I still remember that night fondly.