Celine Tanner believed in many things, but herself was not one of them. Growing up in a small community driven town in South Dakota had made her move to Chicago last month even harder. She was used to nurturing and being nurtured, living somewhere everyone knew her name and would be willing to take a blow for her. Not like this city, albeit wonderful, with its masses of stiff concrete and cold shouldered residents. She missed feeling warm, and safe, and needed.
Perhaps that was why she had been having this godforsaken issue. For a couple of weeks now, whenever Celine would begin to yearn for connection, her already full breasts would begin to swell and ache, becoming so heavy she could hardly stand it. Ignoring the feeling wasn’t an option most of the time, but she had not yet been able to find anything to relieve the burning need. Cold showers did nothing, exercise did nothing, a heating pad did nothing, Celine was almost out of options.
It was late on a Thursday, and Celine had to work in an empty office. Her boss had dumped a twelve inch stack of papers on her desk just before five, saying that she would be on thin ice if they were not processed by the following morning, while staring far too long at the way Celine’s soft breasts and full hips filled out her fitted grey work dress. It made her a little queasy, but honestly even this attention began to make her desperate for more.
The papers were almost done, but the loneliness of the office had begun to make Celine feel that familiar need in her chest so intensely that she had to take a break. So late in the night only the men’s bathroom was left unlocked, and Celine pushed through the door panting as hard as if she had just run a mile. The bathroom was a little dirtier than the women’s room, but she made her way up to the sinks to look in the mirror. Her full lips were parted in a way one would mostly only see if they had been lucky enough to go to bed with her, and her long auburn hair had begun to fall free of its tight bun.
Throwing caution to the wind Celine unzipped the top half of her dress and removed her bra, cupping her breasts with in her cool hands with a shaky sigh. This was almost what she needed, she thought as she massaged the soft plush skin gently. It just was not quite enough. She felt her nipples become hard under her palms, and let her head fall back with a low groan.
“Miss Tanner? I…Oh my…God I’m so sorry!”
Celine whipped around to find Darren from accounting standing in the doorway of the bathroom. He was handsome, but not intimidatingly so, and perhaps this was why Celine took a deep breath and met Darren’s gaze.
“Can you please help me?” She asked, voice thick with need. “They hurt so badly.”
Darren only paused a moment before striding over to Celine and sliding his own, much larger hands underneath hers, kneading her breasts gently. To be honest Darren had noticed Celine from the moment she began working at the office. She was beautiful, and soft, and gave off a nurturing glow that he had been immediately drawn to. He would be lying if he said he had not wished for this.
“More!” Celine demanded quietly. “Please I need more, they feel so full.”
Biting his lip, Darren considered his options. She was asking for more, after all, but he did not want to push his luck too far.
“Like this?” He asked, rolling his thumbs over her erect pink nipples.
“Yes!” Celine cried out. “Yes, thank you…but…could you…never mind.”
Celine felt hot in every sense of the word, this connection was teasing her with the promise of relief, but she knew she needed more. She was so desperate for intimacy, but felt too embarrassed to ask for what she truly desired.
“What?” Asked Darren, his voice was rough as sandpaper and as full of so much want. “What do you need?”
“I can’t say it…” Celine murmured, cheeks red and eyes so wild that it made Darren feel as if his already hard cock was going to explode in his pants.
“Then show me,” he whispered, lips brushing against Celine’s ear.
With shaky anticipation, Celine lowered herself to the ground. She held a hand out to Darren so he would do the same, and as he sat beside her she pulled him into her arms, cradling his head and shoulders so his face was pressed against her pillow soft skin. They both shivered at the sensation. Then Celine gently lifted her breast, and brought it to Darren’s lips, her own parting as he immediately welcomed her longing nipple into his mouth.
Ecstasy immediately washed over Celine. This had been the answer. The most tender of connected was what she needed to be lost in absolute bliss.
Darren had never felt more safe, more cared for, more aroused than he had as Celine stroked his face and let him suck and run his tongue softly along the peaks of her breasts. He only paused for a moment when he tasted a stream of sweet warm liquid in his mouth. He looked up at Celine, who gasped at the drop of white milk clinging to her nipple.
“Do you mind?” She asked, voice so low it was almost silent. “I didn’t know that would happen.”
“I don’t mind at all,” Darren whispered back, licking the sweet drop off her nipple. “It tastes delicious.”
“Then drink up,” said Celine.
Darren returned her breast to his mouth, kneading her other with his hand. Celine massaged her own breast as he suckled, easing out more streams of milk, and delighting over seeing some dribble out of Darren’s mouth.
That was when Celine noticed the generous outline of Darren’s cock in his pants. Her heart rate quickened even more at the fact that he was enjoying this as much as she was. Gently, Celine undid Darren’s pants, and pulled his impressive manhood free, stroking it from root to tip. Darren shuddered, looking up at Celine and knowing he had never been this hard.
“I want you to cum like this,” Celine murmured, working him expertly with her small silky hand. “Give to me while I’m giving to you.”
That was what tipped Darren over the edge. Those words, and the overwhelming sense of completion and connection and knowledge that what he she took from him, she would give back. His cock trembled in Celine’s hand, becoming so rock solid that it was painful before finally erupting in the most all-consuming orgasm he had ever experienced.
Completion and pure joy enveloped them both, as they lay shaking in the aftermath of true pleasure.