It burned like a furnace. Her nipples, which had always been small and pert with soft, puffy areolae, were all long and hard and deep, dark red. The areolae were stretched as wide as her palm, and they were textured with little nubs.
She pressed her fingers around her nipple, forcing it even further out so the pump could latch on. It sounds weird, but her pussy was all wet with anticipation. She loved the tugging, drawing sensation of the pump, although she hated the little plastic cup.
“Oh gosh!” she gasped as the pump caught her nipple and pulled it deep inside. She sank into her chair and let herself slide into the current of pleasure coursing through her body. “Oh, that’s good…”
Her eyes fluttered open and she gazed out the window at the leafy green neighborhood. Movement caught her eye; it was Rod—little Roddy—pushing the mower across his parent’s yard. She couldn’t believe how handsome and grownup he was. He looked like a man, not a nineteen-year-old boy. His back flexed as he muscled the mower through the shaggy grass, the sinews coiling and tensing beneath his bronzed skin.
“Rod.” She whispered his name as the milk flowed from her like hot lava, filling the pump’s reservoir with little creamy gushes. “Nurse me… that’s it. Good boy.”
She held the image of him in her mind, and transformed it. He was kneeling on the floor in front of her, burying his face in her huge, milky tits, sucking her sensitive nipples until she shuddered. The pressure in her pussy was incredible—she felt all congested and full inside. Hot and wet and ready.
“That’s it… keep going, baby.” She mouthed the words in the quiet nursery as she pumped herself. She slipped her hand inside her little cotton shorts, pressing and kneading her pussy as the pump drained her. Her fingers slipped and slid in her juices as she worked her clit. “That’s it… yes!”
She came suddenly, her toes curling and her eyes clenching shut as pleasure washed over her like warm ocean waves. The last of her milk came out with the force of her orgasm, filling the pump to the brim. She leaned back in her chair to catch her breath, and saw Rod standing alone in the yard staring up at the window where she was sitting.
Can he see me? she thought with a sudden pang of panic. I guess it was possible to see in, if you knew where to look, but she thought the leafy tree outside shielded her. Her heart pounded like crazy as she stared down at the fit young man. There’s no way he can see me , she told herself…
Then he raised his hand and waved, a lop-sided smile cocking his gorgeous lips. She forced a smile onto her face and raised her hand, waving back.
**
He knocked on her door the next day. Melodie rushed to the door, pulling her sarong tight around her body. Her hands shook as she turned the lock. There he stood, all six feet of him. Shirtless. Smiling.
“Hey, Mrs.—Melodie,” he laughed as he corrected himself at the last minute. “I, uh, was wondering if I could take a dip in your pool. I hope you don’t think I’m being presumptuous. It just looks too tempting not to ask .”
He laughed again and leaned against the doorjamb. Melodie’s mind went blank as she stared at him. She was just about to get into the pool, and she became suddenly acutely aware of how her bikini didn’t quite cover her tits. The boy’s eyes slid over her assets like fingertips. She shivered.
“Well, of course, Roddy. You don’t need to ask. What’s mine is yours.”
She blushed and bit her lip as she looked at him. The memory of the previous day, of him seeing her pumping her engorged breasts through the window, came back. He didn’t seem bothered by it, to the contrary. He seemed strangely intimate with her, the way he moved a little closer and let his body heat meld with hers. The smell coming off him was amazing. Primal and masculine, deeply arousing to the curvy new
She pressed her fingers around her nipple, forcing it even further out so the pump could latch on. It sounds weird, but her pussy was all wet with anticipation. She loved the tugging, drawing sensation of the pump, although she hated the little plastic cup.
“Oh gosh!” she gasped as the pump caught her nipple and pulled it deep inside. She sank into her chair and let herself slide into the current of pleasure coursing through her body. “Oh, that’s good…”
Her eyes fluttered open and she gazed out the window at the leafy green neighborhood. Movement caught her eye; it was Rod—little Roddy—pushing the mower across his parent’s yard. She couldn’t believe how handsome and grownup he was. He looked like a man, not a nineteen-year-old boy. His back flexed as he muscled the mower through the shaggy grass, the sinews coiling and tensing beneath his bronzed skin.
“Rod.” She whispered his name as the milk flowed from her like hot lava, filling the pump’s reservoir with little creamy gushes. “Nurse me… that’s it. Good boy.”
She held the image of him in her mind, and transformed it. He was kneeling on the floor in front of her, burying his face in her huge, milky tits, sucking her sensitive nipples until she shuddered. The pressure in her pussy was incredible—she felt all congested and full inside. Hot and wet and ready.
“That’s it… keep going, baby.” She mouthed the words in the quiet nursery as she pumped herself. She slipped her hand inside her little cotton shorts, pressing and kneading her pussy as the pump drained her. Her fingers slipped and slid in her juices as she worked her clit. “That’s it… yes!”
She came suddenly, her toes curling and her eyes clenching shut as pleasure washed over her like warm ocean waves. The last of her milk came out with the force of her orgasm, filling the pump to the brim. She leaned back in her chair to catch her breath, and saw Rod standing alone in the yard staring up at the window where she was sitting.
Can he see me? she thought with a sudden pang of panic. I guess it was possible to see in, if you knew where to look, but she thought the leafy tree outside shielded her. Her heart pounded like crazy as she stared down at the fit young man. There’s no way he can see me , she told herself…
Then he raised his hand and waved, a lop-sided smile cocking his gorgeous lips. She forced a smile onto her face and raised her hand, waving back.
**
He knocked on her door the next day. Melodie rushed to the door, pulling her sarong tight around her body. Her hands shook as she turned the lock. There he stood, all six feet of him. Shirtless. Smiling.
“Hey, Mrs.—Melodie,” he laughed as he corrected himself at the last minute. “I, uh, was wondering if I could take a dip in your pool. I hope you don’t think I’m being presumptuous. It just looks too tempting not to ask .”
He laughed again and leaned against the doorjamb. Melodie’s mind went blank as she stared at him. She was just about to get into the pool, and she became suddenly acutely aware of how her bikini didn’t quite cover her tits. The boy’s eyes slid over her assets like fingertips. She shivered.
“Well, of course, Roddy. You don’t need to ask. What’s mine is yours.”
She blushed and bit her lip as she looked at him. The memory of the previous day, of him seeing her pumping her engorged breasts through the window, came back. He didn’t seem bothered by it, to the contrary. He seemed strangely intimate with her, the way he moved a little closer and let his body heat meld with hers. The smell coming off him was amazing. Primal and masculine, deeply arousing to the curvy new
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