The day had come for me to get my first experience of tasting breast milk. My nerves were rising and my excitement mounting as each hour passed.
Helen, my host was very nervous, as was I. She’s a single mom with an only child, so this was her first experience of adult feeding.
Helen ushered Tom to a chair opposite a three-seater couch, “Watch and enjoy.” She instructed him with a grin, then changed her tone slightly “But don’t even think about trying to impregnate your hand.”
Apprehension and expectation about the lactation flowed through me, unsure of what was about to come. I sat next to Helen on the comfy sofa, admiring her braveness and sense of adventure, her ability to share such an intimate moment with me.
Helen and I were both unsure how to proceed, nervously we glanced, smiled and shuffled on the sofa, getting ourselves comfortable. Neither of us had experienced another woman’s nipples before but Helen took the lead by removing her polo neck top exposing her bountiful bosom. “Are you just going to look?” She asked whilst firmly clutching my knee, I could feel her hand shake with uneasiness. “I want you to appreciate me… And I want you to return the favour when you start.
It took me a few moments to muster my thoughts, brave enough to do anything, shaking, nervous and, dare I say it, very aroused.
I lent in, and paused, then laughed nervously at my situation 6 months ago I would never have dared dream of doing such a thing. I had come so far in my quest to become fulfilled.
Lunging forward I took the plunge and slyly licked her nipple and bucked my head away, stared at my Helen, “Go on” she said reassuringly. I looked over at Tom, he was mesmerised.
Gently, I put my lips over her rigid nipple, my lips tingled with excitement. She put her hand on my thigh and squeezed it “I’m so full it hurts, drink some please.” She said quite forcefully.
I tensed my lips, pulling my cheeks inwards to intensify my suction around her ponderous protruding nipple. Trepidation and prurience mixed as the first droplets of her heavenly sweet milk laced my tongue.
My hand went up to her spare engorged breast and felt it, up to her nipple and comforted on it. Her milk was succulent and sappy, filling me full of idolatry and tenderness. Helen ran her hands through my hair, talking about how she had missed adult intimacy.
I was in a perfect place, awakened to a new combination of emotions. Loving warmth flowed with every sip, excitement and arousal followed her warm milk flowing over my tongue making my eyes glaze over with thirst for more.
Helen pulled her chest backwards, causing me to stop my suckling, “Now the other one, balance me out.” She requested.
I adjusted my position slightly and I realised just how damp I had become. I latched onto the second nipple, closed my eyes and started enjoying the trick of warm milk.
Her hand fell upon my lower thigh and traced the inside of my bare leg up past the hem of my skirt, slowly she kneaded my thigh, inching her way up towards my private parts. Her fingers reached my panties, sliding over my clammy, damp skin and anchored themselves against my cotton-covered mound.
She whispered to me “Can you come back without your boyfriend, so we can explore a bit more, you can have milk and honey next time.” I nearly choked. I was loving the moment, I was in heaven having my fill of her milk.
Helen retracted her hand followed by her nipple from my cream-filled mouth, I tried to reattach but before I could, she placed her fingers under my chin and angled my head up towards hers. “More next time, I need to save some for the baby,” her hand moved from my chin to the nape of my neck and pulled my ear towards her mouth “Without him!” She whispered before tickling my lobe with her tongue.
Tom was fidgeting which diverting our attention towards him, this was the first time we had noticed him during our feeding session. Helen’s atmosphere dropped, going from hot to cold in seconds, standing up and making excuses for us to leave. On our way towards the front door, still topless, she grabbed my hand, “Next week?”
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