The one that got away [breastfeeding] [lactation] [mf]

Jack spent most of his time at his clothing store. Business is slow during the hours between 1-4PM every weekday. Weekends were the busiest.

Today was no different. the clock struck 12:00 PM and it was time for lunch. He was eager and anxious.

The weather was 100+ and humid today. He uttered to himself that this was bad timing and place.

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Several weeks ago he initiated a chat with the author of a certain post in one of the subs famous for stories. There interests aligned perfectly. Being in their mid twenties, the hormones were doing their thing. Endless chats can never be endless. Unable to withstand the urges, Jack had proposed the idea to meet. But it was hers to meet them here at the store. Jack felt vulnerable but the idea of meeting her was over powering his other senses.

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She had described herself to him as curvy, curly and generous with broader frame (whatever that means is yet to be seen). Jack met the definition of a stud – muscular and strong.

His thoughts were interrupted by the woman walking towards the store with face down to avoid eye contact with passers by. The hot weather had the streets deserted. She must have walked a mile or more looking at the excessive sweating. Her fitted top didn’t help but the slip she wore under absorbed most of the sweat. The white small pearls necklace enhanced her beauty.

She murmured wrong time, wrong attire, wrong place

Jack’s heart was racing to have a glance at her face and eye contact. As she neared the door, he could clearly see the sweat had already ruined her makeup. Something else caught his attention immediately. Her breasts were jiggling with her each step.

Jack’s jaw dropped and couldn’t believe that she had described herself inaccurately a bit – she looked fit and curvy. Generous was an understatement. She was gifted abundantly in all the right places. he could see two quarter size wet spots in her bright red top and she was not wearing a bra . Jack’s eyes widened and revealed how amazed he was at the sight of her.

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As she opened the door, he was astonished at the side view which portrayed the peaks and valleys in her figure. She gracefully and quickly walked past the door with her eyes locked on the floor and stopped by him. Without lifting her gaze, she uttered authoritatively “Hi Jack, where is the fitting room?”. Jack had trouble finding words and pointed to the back of the store. She quickly ordered him to bring her a 34E and walked past him gathering pace without saying another word. Jack froze and watched her disappear down the hall.

Jack questioned himself if the events are even real. He recollected himself. He then went to the women’s intimates section and picked the black 34E bra which was the only one he had in stock in that size. As he walked back to the fitting room, his mind was blank due to a traffic jam of various thoughts of whats going on and whats next. He paused then went to the door to flip the door to read closed for lunch, locked the door and hurried back to the fitting room.

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As he approached the fitting room, the slatted half door gave him a glimpse of her in her white slip and he could also see her red top on the floor. She was staring at the vent, arms stretched, feeling the cool air from the AC vent and the evaporating sweat. He slid the black bra under the door and stood there waiting for an acknowledgement. She now turned away from the door and in that instant her necklace got stuck in the door handle. Without realizing it she turned causing the necklace to snap. The pearls from her necklace broke free and rolled everywhere on the floor. Jack noticed it and heard her loud sigh. Both She and Jack rushed to gather the pearls on all fours.

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When he was done gathering the very few that had rolled outside the room, he extended his arms under the door with the pearls in his open palms so she can take them. He couldn’t resist but see through the angled slats which made it possible to see the inside from out but not the other way around. His hands trembled at what he saw. He felt her hair brushing his forearm and he quickly realized his arms had reached farther inside the room than intended. His fingers brushed the cleavage of her breasts sending lightning jolts through both their bodies.

Jack didn’t pull back his hand. He wanted to but he also was willing to take his chances. They both knew their kinks from their chats. Jack saw her raise up on her knees. She then took a step back, tied her hair back and pull her white slip down to free her veiny engorged breasts. Jack was amazed at her curves and surprised to see how big her breasts were when they were free of clothing. The slats had limited his view. His stretched hand started to ache a little now. Before he could lower it, he saw her come back to all fours. He saw her breasts dangle a bit but his fingers had no contact now. He then saw her arch back up a little and felt her lean forward towards him to rest one of her breasts in his palm. The warm of her breast made him shiver a bit causing the beads to fall of. He felt he press her breast pressing against his arm pushing hand lower. Jack ended up with her nipple between his fingers. He witnessed the transformation of the soft, supple and gentle nipple turn in to hard gum drops. He squeezed the breast gently which responded immediately by leaking milk. A drop first, a squirt next and a gentle stream after. He could see the splashes on the floor. Jack squeezed and kneaded it a few times and he witnessed a free flow. She was starting to feel the pain due to her milk filled breasts.

The animal instincts over powered him. He sprang up, opened the door, lifted her up and kissed her passionately. Months of dreams had become reality.

She pushed him away gently, sat down in the bench and made him kneel in front of her. She didn’t wait for him to get comfortable. She put her hand on the back of his head, pulled him closer and squeezed her breasts together. The honey like milk sprayed all over his face. He leaned and took both the nipples in his mouth but failed to latch. She pulled back, took one of her breasts and thrusted in his mouth. Jack’s manhood was hard. The milk was sweet and warm but he was suckling slowly to relieve her pain. So she took the other breast to her mouth and drank her own milk. When the pain had eased a bit, she pulled the breast from Jack’s mouth forcefully and let the other breast from her mouth fall free.

Jack frowned and she looked at him mischievously. She told him to follow her lead. She lifted the breast and latched deep sucking in the areola causing the milk to flow out gushing. She then chewed on her nipple, opened her lips to reveal the areola clenched only by the incisor teeth. This sight reminded Jack of the conversation they had a few back when she told him how less sensitive her nipples were and how rough play with her breasts aroused her. Jack knew what to do. He took the other breast back to his mouth and devoured it. His bites were like that of a lion’s jaw on a deer’s neck. Milk continued to flow from both her breasts. She closed her eyes in pleasure and she was getting wet between her legs.

She paused to look and admire the way he handled her fun bags and helped him by squeezing them more for him. When he was done, her areola was tender, red with all the wild play and her nipple swollen and tender to touch. Clearly he over performed. He gasped for air and took a deep breath and his stare fell on the other breast now which was still dripping. He looked at her questioningly. She responded with a shy smile and a nod. Jack took it in like an hungry lion. He sucked,bit and played with them. For her part, she squeezed the last drops out of her almost empty breast and sprayed in his cheeks playfully. Jack finished. The udders were empty but her thirst wasn’t quenched. She instructed Jack to stand up and slid her hands up and down his pants fly. She felt his manhood harden. She pulled his pants down to unleash the sleeping giant. She closed the ball sack with one hand and took his dick in the other hand. She let her hand wander from the base of the shaft to the head and then kissed and licked the head his dick. She looked up at him and said to him to be a good boy and cum only in her mouth. She made it her own popsicle and pushed him to the edge. He let out moans and signed her he was ready. She took him deep one more time and he exploded in her mouth. His legs shook a minute and he was exhausted. So was she. The clock struck 3 PM. She slipped back in to the new bra, slip and tops and he got dressed. Before he could say bye, she rushed to the door shouting “12PM same day next week” and vanished in thin air.

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