David and Melody 2
A Story About Adult Nursing Relationships
David paced the floor, unsure of whether or not he should make the phone call he so desperately wanted to make. It had only been a week since his session with Melody, but he already craved her sweet breasts, their heavy weight full of the milk he wanted to feel against his skin again. His mouth watered as he thought of her dark, pert nipples held between his teeth, the taste of her nectar filling his mouth and driving something so primal and almost innocent in him. He needed her again. He reached for his phone, stopped himself, reached again. He dialed Melody’s number with a shaking finger, and stopped halfway through. What if she never wanted to see him again? What if their impromptu passion and mind-blowing sex was only a one time thing? What if she had decided that he was a deviant? Oh god, what if she thought he had taken advantage of her? He sat, gathering himself and trying to calm his frazzled nerves, and decided it was better to know than to always wonder. Bravely, and with all of his resolve in place, he dialed Melody’s number, and steeled himself for the worst.
His fears were immediately whisked away as Melody’s warm, inviting voice answered the phone. “Hello David. It’s lovely to hear from you again. How are you?” His gasp of relief must have been audible on her end of the phone. She chuckled softly, and said, “Sweetie, trust me when I say there is no ill will on this end. I thoroughly enjoyed our session, and couldn’t imagine a more wonderful client. I assume you are calling to book another session David?” Her voice was honey and silk, warm and maternal and sexy all at the same time. He found himself mesmerized by her tones and nuances, her slight teasing erotic in ways he had never even thought possible. He took a deep breath, and told her that yes, he had indeed called to book another session with her.
“I would like to book the time as soon as possible, if that’s okay. I enjoyed myself tremendously, and I’m more than happy to pay more for the inconvenience.” David found himself babbling, so nervous and desperate was he to be within her warmth again, to find her gorgeous globes once more pressed to his face, her warm, sweet milk over his lips. Melody was silent a moment, and then her sweet voice came over the line once more. “I am free this afternoon, after 4 if you would like to to come then.” David froze, his heart pounding in his chest as her words sank in. He was going to be with her in a mere 2 hours! Her flesh, her warmth, her kind brown eyes and sweet milk would be his once again. He readily agreed, and said his goodbyes before ending the call. Just 2 hours. He stripped quickly, and almost ran to the bathroom to shave, shower, and prepare himself for his session.
He stood outside her door, willing himself to knock and let her know he was there. Why was he so damn nervous?! He’d been with her once before, had in fact not only suckled at her ample and beautiful bosom, but had then shared passionate sex with her. So why was he so- As he ran this thought through his head for the 4th time, the door opened and there she stood, smiling softly. She was dressed much the same as before, in a pink button up this time and and a pretty flowered skirt. She walked to him, giving him a warm, welcoming hug. David returned her embrace, feeling at once comfortable and relaxed with her. She stepped back, and urged him gently to join her in the apartment. He walked in behind her, closing the door softly behind him as he watched her walk to the couch once more. She sat in the same place, her brown eyes twinkling warmly as she patted her lap. David came to her, kneeling by her legs and placing his head in her lap. She stroked his hair a moment, surprising and pleasing him, before asking him to unbuttom her blouse for her. He did so gladly, his hands making quick work of her buttons, the shirt coming open and baring her perfect, heavy breasts to him. As he opened the shirt further, she spoke to him. “I have pumped the milk that my sister needs, so what is here is yours. Every warm, sweet drop is yours, David.” As she spoke the last, she took his hand and guided it to her breasts, urging him to knead it as she leaned forward, the nipple teasing against his lips, urging him to open them for her. He opened his mouth greedily, and latched onto her hard, dark nipple. Immediately, the sweet, warm milk she held within her perfect breasts began to flow into his mouth. He groaned in pleasure, his every sense coming alive as he suckled at her full breast. She moaned with him, her hand cradling the back of his head as he suckled, her free hand going to her thigh. He opened his eyes, and saw that her skirt had hiked up…exposing that she was bare beneath it. He pulled on her nipple harder with his mouth, making her gasp. He had to have her, had to have all of her.
With her pert and streaming nipple still held in his mouth, he reached down and undid his button and zipper, slipping his jeans down to his knees. In the absense of his hands, Melody had taken it upon herself to knead her breasts. She not only urged more of her warm, sweet milk into his mouth, but urged milk to flow from the other breast as well. It flowed over his cheek, down his neck, and beneath his shirt. Unable to control himself any longer, her nipple still held between his greedy lips, he stood, lifting her by her full hips and moving to the wall. She followed his lead, wrapping her legs around him and lowering herself onto his hard, aching cock. They moaned in unison as he entered her, her hands going beneath his shirt and slipping it free of him, his hands remove hers in a frenzy. They moved together, her hand going to his head and holding him to her bosom, the milk from the unsuckled breast trickling down between their bodies, making their movements slick and slippery. He thrust into her again and again, pulling greedily on her nipple as he drank and drank of her sweet, warm nectar. Melody moved in time with him, rising and falling, her hand kneading her breast as she guided the flow of her milk. David’s control was undone, his body on autopilot as he pulled from her nipple, as he thrust into her warm, tight pussy. She moaned and gasped above him, small whimpers of pleasure slipping from her as he grew closer and closer to orgasm. She sensed his lack of control, and knelt forward, her lips against his ear. She whispered, “Give me that which I crave David. Give me your thick, white streams. Fill me.” As the warmth of her breath slipped over his ear, as her words seeped into his frenzied brain, he felt his body thrust once more, and then he begun to cum deep inside her waiting pussy. She screamed in ecstacy, wrapped her legs tighter and around him, and came with him, the muscles of her tight cunt milking his spewing cock, her own hot juices slipping over his shaft and sack, down his thighs as she groaned again and again. They moved together, riding out their orgasms until they both were spent. David gently lowered her as he felt her legs unlock behind him, his lips only then releasing her nipple, gasping for breath. She stood against the wall, breathing heavily, smiling softly up at him. Melody caressed his cheek, and kissed him softly.
“I’m going to head to the shower now David. I seem to be a bit of a mess, as are you admittedly. If you would like to get clean before you leave, you are welcome to join me. Incidentally, warm water does wonderful things for the flow of my milk.” With that, she gave him an almost mischievous smile, slipped off her skirt, and walked towards what he could only presume was the bathroom. David knew he couldn’t pass up such an offer, and quickly slipped his shoes and jeans off the rest of the way before following her, finding that he wasn’t as spent as he had at first thought.