Laced Bra

Laced Bra

The moment I saw her nipple shooting straight at me from her laced bra, I couldn’t help but drool to have my mouth wrapped around it.
Lesley is my colleague at the I.T office downtown and for a long time now, I have been trying everything possible to get to her. I have taken her on endless dates to the best restaurants Malibu could offer, and yet she is still adamant on not coming over to my place for a cup of coffee and a quick chat: more of a quickie though. So, I kept persisting, throwing all sorts of tantrums; feigning ill health and asking her to come over and help me out with some shores, inviting her on weekends for a weekend hangout and stuffs like that. But it is like she is reading my mind. It’s as if she knows I have ulterior motives for inviting her over. But, I kept persisting, till she finally broke and reluctantly agreed to come over for a minute during our recess today. I know what I have to do, and will do it at once. But I know I need to feel the warmth of that voluptuous mammary in my lips.
My apartment is very hot when we got there. I had earlier locked all the windows when I was leaving for work that morning. And my cooling system is faulty. I am putting on a T-shirt; one of the beauties of working with an I.T provider company, the casual nature of the work. Lesley is sitting on the couch, sipping lemonade from a tea cup, and scrutinising my apartment. She pulled off her furry jacket and I was staring down on a pair of blue lace bra. “you just wore bra under that jacket”? I scoffed in surprise. I wouldn’t have believed or thought in my wildest dreams that she could be scantily dressed. “I like dressing light, or would you have rather I wore a shirt or blouse over the bra, and then wear the furry jacket”? I shrugged. I know it will be discomforting for her, it is summer, and I know how hot it can be at this time of the year. I took a cup of lemonade, and went over to where she was sitting, and sat down. The couch was long enough to accommodate us both. I checked the time, it was twenty-five minutes to end of recess.
I stole a glance towards her, her nipples were shooting up at me. I know I have to take action. My jock is already bulging and throbbing in my briefs. It is damn painful having that shit caged by my tight briefs. I have to take action immediately, I thought. I don’t where the courage came from, but I place my hand on her breast. She looks at me in shock. But here eyes were saying something else. I used my thumb to gently rub her nipples through the bra. She doesn’t say anything, not a sound, not even a moan. She stands up. She walks across the room and sat on the opposite sofa. I feel bad and defeated. I know I am going to lose a very valuable friend now, because I let my prick do my thinking. “what was that for”? She asks. I open my mouth to say something, to apologise, but my mouth fails me. At this moment I see her make a movement. Her hands go to her back, and in a split second, her breasts are dangling at me, across from the room. Her breast is a massive bag of skin. “is this what you want”? She asks. It is now I see the wanting in her eyes. “well from my estimation, I think you have less than twenty minutes to milk the cow”. At that moment I practically jump over to where she was, and took a firm hold of one of the hefty bags and slip it into my mouth. I suck voraciously, from one nipple to the other. I squeeze and rub it as I sucked. All the while, she is moaning; a light moan. Then I start using my teeth to bite and tease her nipples. I can see the goose bumps spreading across her skin. Her moan is becoming louder.
At that moment, she reaches for my trousers, I lean up a bit as she professionally undo’s my buckle and my trousers falls to the floor, exposing my now fully hard and throbbing shaft. She pulls down the briefs, and my jocks falls out, staring yearningly at her. I am still sucking her nipple and I am still sucking when I feel a drop of something in my lips. I look up at her, and she smiles knowingly. The drops keeps coming, slowly. She spits at my jock and start to gently massage it, while I keep sucking hungrily at her nipples. She starts massaging it slowly at first and in time, it becomes quicker and effusive with rhythm. I can feel the blood flowing in it. I close my eyes, lost in pure ecstasy. A milk dripping nipple in my mouth, and a soft, lubricated hand on my jock. I keep sucking and she keeps grinding my shaft. We are both moaning loudly now, my neighbours obviously will be hearing the sounds, but I don’t care. I just wish to live this sensual moment. I came first. The sperm burst out on the floor. I scream as it happen, shuddering and breathing rapidly. I see Lesley takes her hand with my sperm on it, and licks it like a spoon dipped in cake mixing. Then just at that moment I feel her squirting milk in my mouth. I taste the sourness in it and pull out my mouth. I leave to get something to clean up the mess we have created. When I return, I see drops of milk still coming out of her breast. We still have minutes to clean up.