For Ms S

You are lactating because I have been sucking the milk from your tits several times a day for several months. We are on vacation at a nice resort and decide to spend the afternoon relaxing by one of the pools. You are wearing one of your favorite bikinis, one that hugs your tits especially tight and typically draws lots of looks from both men and women. On this day, we’ve just finished a milk sucking session and your nipples are still stretched out; they are easy to see through your top.

We stretch out on some beach chairs, don our sunglasses, and watch people as they walk by. As expected, you and your gorgeous tits are getting plenty of looks. But one person stands out: I notice that our waitress has not been able to keep herself from staring at you each time she passes by, and she even slows down a bit as she nears us, pretending to scan the area as if she were looking for something or someone. Eventually, we call her over to place our orders. Even though I’m talking to her, she’s looking at you most of the time, with a friendly and enthusiastic smile. You notice that when she returns with our drinks, her nipples are now erect and visible through her swimsuit-style uniform material.

Without any urging from me, you start chatting her up. We learn her name is Luna, she’s from Romania, and is 26 years old. She is one of the most strikingly beautiful women you have ever met: dark hair, beautifully tanned skin, and a healthy, fit body. But what strikes you most are her large, round, firm tits (and long nipples, it appears!) and her stunning face. She has high, pronounced cheekbones; a cute nose; a beautiful smile; and the most beautiful, large, dark brown eyes. She wears just enough makeup to accent her natural beauty. Her demeanor is friendly and somewhat shy- she clearly gets hit on a lot at this job, and is naturally wary of anyone asking personal questions. But at the same time I can sense that she really wants to talk with you- she spends more time with us than she needs to, and as she talks to you she moves closer, bit by bit. Her eyes remain fixed on you, especially your tits. By the time she leaves, she reaches out and somewhat awkwardly touches your arm, saying she hopes we have a nice stay. Both of us watch her walk away, with a smile.

As we head back to the room for another feeding session- your tits have been swelling for the past four hours- you confess to me how attracted you are to Luna. We compare notes on how gorgeous she is, especially her beautiful lips and eyes. That evening, as I suck your tits dry, you tell me how you’d love it if Luna sucked your tits like that too. I get an idea…

The next day, I convince you to hold off our midday feeding session, promising (with a grin) I’ll make up for it later. As we get ready to head out to the pool area, I ask you to wear *my* favorite of your bikinis tops. This one is sheer and white, made of cotton. In truth, it really isn’t much of a “bathing suit” at all, because it tends to become see-through when it gets wet. And this time I steer us toward a more out-of-the-way area, somewhat obstructed from the view of most poolside guests. As you settle in, you doze off, and I set out to find Luna. When I catch up with her, she greets me warmly, takes my order, and asks how you are. “I didn’t get her order, Luna… would you mind stopping by and seeing what she wants?” My plan begins to unfold.

Luna approaches you somewhat quietly, thinking you may be asl**p. With your shades on she can’t tell you are awake, and takes the opportunity to give you a full inspection. You watch as her eyes slowly scan your entire body, finally landing on your milk-swollen tits. This causes your nipples to harden, and her eyes grow wide. Her mouth opens ever so slightly, and she is lost in her own thoughts. You move slightly, letting her know you are awake. To cover her embarrassment, Luna quickly says, in her halting English, “I love your top… it looks really pretty on you!” But the look in her eyes is one you recognize: I look like that every time I see milk dripping out of your tits. By now, this is a conditioned response for you, and your nipples start to leak. Luna is spellbound. Somewhat alarmed, you sit up, and this startles Luna as well. Both of you say, “Oh sorry!” at the same time, but for very different reasons! For an instant, things are awkward. But then you notice that even now, with wet spots spreading across the cups of your top, Luna has not left- in fact, she is coming closer to you, occasionally glancing at your face while staring at your now-visible, leaking nipples.

Your fantasy from the day before flashes into your mind: you briefly imagine she is coming towards you to suck your milk. You quickly dismiss this idea, but the thought lingers just long enough for your body to take over. Several times a day you willingly express your milk for me, so your body now expects it. In fact, it’s been too long since our last session. The thought of Luna drinking from you is all it takes to trigger a full let-down response. Milk flows freely from both of your tits, filling the cups of your top, and spilling down your front. For a frozen moment, you and Luna watch this unfold.

You are momentarily confused: what now? You look around for a towel, but the only one within reach is under you, wrapped around your chair. You spread your arms wide and look at Luna, silently asking for help. She has some small hand towels with her, and grabs one. She holds it out to you as she kneels down, but you see an opportunity. Hiding this from Luna is no longer possible of course… you keep your arms spread, and lean your chest forward, offering your dripping tits to her. Luna looks up at you and can read your expression: please dry my tits off. She turns her attention to the task.

As she pushes the towel against your tits, even more milk leaks from the cups. She moves the towel back and forth, and eventually settles on cupping her hands under your tits and gently squeezing to soak up the milk. That might work in other circumstances, but not this time. You look down and see Luna gently kneading your leaking tits with both hands while frantically trying to catch your milk. She keeps whispering “I’m so sorry, oh I’m so sorry!” and she means it. But all this does is excite you more, so the milk continues to flow. The towel becomes fully soaked, and still Luna is massaging your tits. You place you hands on hers and pretend to “help” her capture the milk, while actually directing her how to properly stimulate your milk production. Her kneading feels so good you almost cum. After three towels are soaked through, it becomes clear this cleanup effort isn’t working.

Luna eventually pulls her hands away, holding a dripping towel. I’ve been watching the whole event from a distance, and now walk up on the two of you. “Looks like we’ve had a bit of an accident,” I quip. “And there’s only one way to fix it, isn’t there?” you ask. “Yep, gotta suck all that milk out. It’s the only way to stop the flow. Good thing it tastes so good!” I smile broadly.

Luna looks at me curiously, then turns to you, as if asking permission. “Go on, taste it,” you say. She hesitantly puts one finger in her mouth, and slowly licks it. She pauses a moment, rolling the taste on her tongue, then smiles broadly. “Yes!” she says, “It’s very good!” She puts a second finger in her mouth, then begins slurping milk from between her fingers, catching every drop. “Tastes like melted ice cream… so sweet!” Once she’s done, reality returns, and she realizes that she may have done something terrible with her guests. She looks around nervously, but no one is seems to have noticed. “I’m so sorry!” she says, for at least the twentieth time. Now she looks worried.

“It’s OK, Luna, really. You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable. Sometimes my body just reacts like that. It’s not the first time I’ve leaked milk.” She looks into your eyes, trying to read your expression, then relaxes a bit. “But if you have any concerns or want to talk about it later, you can always come by our cabin. When are you getting off your shift?” Luna tells us she’ll be off in about two hours. She gathers her towels, and tries to compose herself. In the last 10 minutes she has gone from taking your drink order to tasting milk she squeezed out of your tits… it’s enough to unnerve anyone. We watch her head back to the clubhouse… both of us enjoy watching her walk away with a little bit of a lift in her step. Perhaps she’s already thinking ahead?

You and I return to our suite, you wrapped in your beach towel. Fortunately, the leaking stopped when Luna left us. You emerge from the shower with sexy wet hair hanging down over your huge tits. “So I leaked a lot of milk, but I still haven’t been properly sucked all afternoon,” you pout. “Here, let me help.” I turn you around to face the shower stall, and reaching from behind you I gently pinch your nipples. “Imagine Luna latched on to you, honey. Sucking hard, desperate to pull your milk out. Imagine her swallowing a mouthful of your milk, then filling her mouth again and kissing you deeply. You mingle your milk in a deep kiss, and let it drip down on her tits… would you like to lick it off her?” I pull just a bit harder… I know what you like.

Your tits start leaking again, then you get a steady stream. You reach down to rub your clit while holding one nipple in your mouth, sucking. “That’s it, babe, feed her your milk. Feel her pulling it out. Suck it like she sucks it…” you let out a slight cry as you cum, milk autostreaming into the shower stall. I catch you from behind as you lose your balance. We watch as your milk streams into the shower. After a minute, it dribbles and stops.

“That ought to help,” I say. “Yes, but only for a while. I need to be sucked properly!” “In a while… I promised you the wait would be worth it.” You step back into the shower to clean the milk off, then emerge drying your hair. The weather is warm enough you don’t feel the need to put any clothing on. Even a wet towel is enough cover.

I cook us a light dinner, all the while keeping an eye on the clock. I make a little extra, just in case. We enjoy some appetizers and a drink, and talk about what happened earlier. “She’s so unbelievably beautiful, I just couldn’t help it,” you explain. “Seeing those beautiful eyes undressing me, then seeing her mouth quiver as she looked at my tits… I can’t resist that.” “Good thing you had a lot of milk in there, no?” I tease you.

A bit after the expected hour, we hear a soft tap on the front door, which was left open on purpose. “Hello? Are you here? Hello?” We hear Luna’s soft, hesitant voice echo in the hallway. “We’re in here, Luna, come join us.” Luna walks in to the great room, no longer wearing her uniform. She has changed into a loose fitting casual top and light skirt that largely hides her voluptuous curves. She stops at the entryway, unsure what her reception will be… are we angry? Are we going to laugh? Embarrass her? She flushes ever so slightly.

“Hi, Luna! Come on in! It’s so nice of you to come by!” This cheers her instantly. “Come here, have a seat.” You pat the space next to you on the sofa. You are curled up on the sofa, legs tucked up under you, with your tits hanging and swaying slightly when you move. Luna sits down stiffly, back straight, trying to be proper. What a sight: my irresistible partner lounging nude next to a nervous goddess.

You start the small talk in an attempt to relax her. She tries to apologize yet again, and you cut her off: no need for any more of that. It’s just nature doing what nature does. She seems insistent, she needs to talk about it. So, instead, you start telling stories of when your milk leaked at unexpected times. Some… most, in fact… are pretty funny (in retrospect), so soon we are all in on the joke, finishing each other’s sentences and enjoying a good time. Eventually you bring up this afternoon’s little incident, and now it all seems OK to Luna. She has lost her nervousness, and begins asking more questions.

“Why did it happen today?” You explain that you noticed her looking at you. She blushes and giggles nervously. “You are so pretty,” she explains. You explain that you find her absolutely gorgeous, and you felt so special when she looked at you that way. Because you hadn’t expressed your milk that afternoon, you were especially sensitive to any attention to your tits. And once you imagined she might like to suck them, there was no going back. “Does it really work that way?” “Yep, look at what’s happening right now.” Small drops appear at your nipples. “You mean if you think… about me… tasting… your milk… that’s enough?” She’s staring at your tits and watching you react to her words. “That’s exactly what happened today. And look, it’s happening again!”

This time, Luna is not embarrassed. She stares intently as the drops form and drip off your nipples. You take a chance: you lift them up and turn to face her. “Would you like to taste my milk again?” “May I?” “Of course, I’ve been waiting to be sucked all afternoon. Would you please suck my milk?” Luna nods, then leans forward. You hold your left breast up to her as she slips off the couch and kneels in front of you. She tentatively opens her mouth, and you slip your nipple in while supporting the back of her head with your right hand. “Go ahead, suck.”

Luna pulls the tip of your nipple in and sucks it very gently, thinking she needs to suck like a baby. But I’ve been pulling milk from your beautiful nipples for a long time, and they are more sturdy than she thinks. “Take the whole nipple in. That’s it. Suck harder…. You will get more milk.” You coach her for a minute or two, and your milk starts flowing steadily from your left breast. You can feel her swallow it and resume sucking.

You take a make a moment and capture this. This beautiful young woman is on her knees in front of you, sucking the sweet cream from your left tit. You run your hand through her beautiful hair, and instinctively pull her head in closer to encourage her. After a couple of minutes you and I realize this is not the position you are usually in when you feed me, so you suggest that the two of you move to the bedroom. Luna releases your nipple, with a trickle of milk at the corner of her mouth. You grab her hand and lead her in.

You prop yourself up on pillows, and Luna lays down on your left side. She slides down until her mouth is close to your tits, then you turn towards her and she resumes sucking your left tit with no invitation needed. As she sucks, her body relaxes. She begins to moan as she develops a rhythm: three hard pulls, swallow, three hard pulls… You can’t resist talking to her as she sucks. The intimacy allows you to share whatever you are feeling at the moment. She opens her eyes and looks at you longingly, her cheeks collapsing a bit each time she sucks. Her lips pull on your nipple, and it begins to stretch to its full length. “You are the most beautiful woman I have seen in years,” you tell her. “Please suck all my tit cream out. I want to know that I have fed you and nurtured you with my own milk.”

Luna is excited by your encouragement. Her head begins to bob as she tugs your nipple harder, and she is rewarded with a faster flow. You continue encouraging her. “It feels so special when you suck. I want to know you want me. Do you want me?” Luna nods yes but remains latched to your tit. You resume stroking her hair, then run your fingers along her jawline, eventually cupping her jaw to your tit. You capture this moment as well: holding her chin to your nipple and feeling her mouth work rhythmically to drain you.

After several minutes Luna releases your nipple, slurps up the milk remaining in her mouth, and again tells you how good your milk tastes. “Show me,” you say. Then you lean down and kiss her. At first she is a bit hesitant, then she realizes you want to taste your milk with her. She slides down, latches back on your nipple, and draws out a large mouthful. “Mmmm… kiss me.” She opens her mouth slightly and the sweet milk flows out, spilling into your mouth and down onto your chest. You savor the flavor of your sweet cream and Luna’s mouth mixed together. You both moan in pleasure. “You spilled some!” you tease her, and she begins licking the milk off your skin. She playfully tickles your nipple with her tongue and caches the drops that appear.

To get to all the milk running down your front, she grabs your tit and gently lifts it. She lifts her milk-covered tongue to your open mouth. After a long, delicious kiss, she resumes sucking but leaves her hand on your tit, and begins slowly kneading it. This feels so good you feel yourself getting wet. “Yes, please… keep going.” Your nipple feels electric, and you press her head into you. “Suck, harder. Drain me. Drink me. Yes…” Your body starts to quiver, your breathing quickens. Luna looks directly into your eyes as she squeezes and sucks your tit. She is beautiful, and she wants your milk. That triggers a massive orgasm. You lock eyes with her for as long as possible but eventually you cannot control yourself, and the waves of orgasm wash over you. You cry out, your pussy juice floods out, your chest flushes, and you spasm over and over.

Luna loses her grip on your nipple as you arch your back and twitch for several seconds. As she watches you orgasm, your right tit begins to spray milk. Luna waits until your body settles down, then she stretches across your body to suck your right nipple. It continues streaming into her mouth and she gulps the sweet milk down. You wrap your arms around her shoulders and gently roll her over to your right side. She settles in, resting her head on your right arm. You kiss her forehead as she continues drinking your milk.

Your left hand wanders over her body, and she turns on her side to give you access to her tits. You notice how hard her nipples are, and reach out to cup one tit, brushing your hand against the nipple. Luna moans and presses her tit into your hand. She reaches up and guides your hand down her shirt.

To be continued, possibly? ;-)