“Good morning, Mrs. Johnson.”
Melodie looked up from pulling weeds and came face-to-face with a tall young man. He was shirtless and glistening with sweat, his eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses.
“Uh, hello there.” She smiled and stood up, wiping her hands on her shorts. The guy looked vaguely familiar, but it was hard to tell. The only clue was that he was standing in the next-door-neighbor’s yard.
His smile widened and he rubbed the back of his neck in a bashful, boyish way that was so cute she could hardly stand it. She caught sight of her reflection in his glasses—her bikini top was a bit too small, and she could see the swell of her tits exploding out the sides. By the way his head cocked to the side, she knew the boy could see it, too.
“You don’t remember me.” He leaned against the fence, his muscular arms twitching as he held out his hand for her to shake. “I’m Rod. Rod Jenkins.” He hitched his thumb at the big house behind him.
“Oh! Rod Jenkins,” she gasped as she shook his strong, calloused hand. Her cheeks flushed bright red. “Oh, I’m so embarrassed. It’s just that, well, it’s been so long since you’ve been home. I didn’t recognize you. You’ve really grown up.”
The boy had grown into a hot young man. His puppy fat was nearly gone, and his jaw had become firm and chiseled. The smell of warm skin and soap hung around him like a hot cloud… along with something else. A potent, primal smell that made her whole body tingle all over. Pheromones or something.
“Yeah?” He smiled as he let go of her hand. His fingers trailed against her palm. “Well, I recognized you right away. You haven’t changed a bit. Well, except maybe to get even prettier.”
“ Rod .” She rolled her eyes and threw a flirtatious glance at the grinning boy as she stepped closer and leaned against the fence. From his angle, she knew he could look right down her cleavage. And he did. “Tell me, what are you doing back home? I thought you’d be playing ball for the big leagues by now.”
He laughed and stood up tall. He really was magnificent. Young and taut and full of cum, she knew. Melodie knew he’d take the image of her in her tiny bikini home and get himself off with it. It sent a thrill through her imagining it.
“I’m headed back to training camp in a few weeks, I’m just taking a break to visit with my folks.” His sunglasses slipped down, showing his warm brown eyes. “And my neighbors.”
Melodie laughed and turned to leave, throwing a glance at the boy one last time. She wanted to stay, but she could feel the milk in her tits shifting and flowing out. If she didn’t get inside and get the pump latched on, it’d drip out all over her flat, tanned belly, which is not how she wanted him to remember her.
“Well, it was good seeing you. I hope you won’t be a stranger, Roddy.”
He laughed. “Roddy. No one’s called me that in years. It was good seeing you, Mrs. Johnson.”
She felt his eyes on her as she walked up the back deck, swaying her ass. She looked over her shoulder one last time and waved just as a little dollop of milk escaped her nipple and soaked into her bikini top.
“It’s Melodie, Rod. Call me Melodie.”
**
Melodie woke early the next day and immediately had to pump. The milk was straining against her nipples, making her already huge breasts balloon out. Even the slightest touch of her t-shirt made her nipples ache and tingle. It was torture.
She moved to the chair by the window and sat down with the pump. It was only mid-morning, but it was already hot out. She could see heat waves rippling across the street despite the shade trees. I’ll take a dip later , she thought idly as she glanced at the turquoise water of her pool. After I pump .
Her breasts tumbled free from her top when she lifted it. She couldn’t believe how big they were, and how hot her skin felt.
Melodie looked up from pulling weeds and came face-to-face with a tall young man. He was shirtless and glistening with sweat, his eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses.
“Uh, hello there.” She smiled and stood up, wiping her hands on her shorts. The guy looked vaguely familiar, but it was hard to tell. The only clue was that he was standing in the next-door-neighbor’s yard.
His smile widened and he rubbed the back of his neck in a bashful, boyish way that was so cute she could hardly stand it. She caught sight of her reflection in his glasses—her bikini top was a bit too small, and she could see the swell of her tits exploding out the sides. By the way his head cocked to the side, she knew the boy could see it, too.
“You don’t remember me.” He leaned against the fence, his muscular arms twitching as he held out his hand for her to shake. “I’m Rod. Rod Jenkins.” He hitched his thumb at the big house behind him.
“Oh! Rod Jenkins,” she gasped as she shook his strong, calloused hand. Her cheeks flushed bright red. “Oh, I’m so embarrassed. It’s just that, well, it’s been so long since you’ve been home. I didn’t recognize you. You’ve really grown up.”
The boy had grown into a hot young man. His puppy fat was nearly gone, and his jaw had become firm and chiseled. The smell of warm skin and soap hung around him like a hot cloud… along with something else. A potent, primal smell that made her whole body tingle all over. Pheromones or something.
“Yeah?” He smiled as he let go of her hand. His fingers trailed against her palm. “Well, I recognized you right away. You haven’t changed a bit. Well, except maybe to get even prettier.”
“ Rod .” She rolled her eyes and threw a flirtatious glance at the grinning boy as she stepped closer and leaned against the fence. From his angle, she knew he could look right down her cleavage. And he did. “Tell me, what are you doing back home? I thought you’d be playing ball for the big leagues by now.”
He laughed and stood up tall. He really was magnificent. Young and taut and full of cum, she knew. Melodie knew he’d take the image of her in her tiny bikini home and get himself off with it. It sent a thrill through her imagining it.
“I’m headed back to training camp in a few weeks, I’m just taking a break to visit with my folks.” His sunglasses slipped down, showing his warm brown eyes. “And my neighbors.”
Melodie laughed and turned to leave, throwing a glance at the boy one last time. She wanted to stay, but she could feel the milk in her tits shifting and flowing out. If she didn’t get inside and get the pump latched on, it’d drip out all over her flat, tanned belly, which is not how she wanted him to remember her.
“Well, it was good seeing you. I hope you won’t be a stranger, Roddy.”
He laughed. “Roddy. No one’s called me that in years. It was good seeing you, Mrs. Johnson.”
She felt his eyes on her as she walked up the back deck, swaying her ass. She looked over her shoulder one last time and waved just as a little dollop of milk escaped her nipple and soaked into her bikini top.
“It’s Melodie, Rod. Call me Melodie.”
**
Melodie woke early the next day and immediately had to pump. The milk was straining against her nipples, making her already huge breasts balloon out. Even the slightest touch of her t-shirt made her nipples ache and tingle. It was torture.
She moved to the chair by the window and sat down with the pump. It was only mid-morning, but it was already hot out. She could see heat waves rippling across the street despite the shade trees. I’ll take a dip later , she thought idly as she glanced at the turquoise water of her pool. After I pump .
Her breasts tumbled free from her top when she lifted it. She couldn’t believe how big they were, and how hot her skin felt.
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