Melanie’s Secret (A Story About Adult Nursing Relationships)
The worst thing about living in a city besides the rent prices and all the grocery stores looking nothing like grocery stores is traffic. For no good reason there was always a traffic jam somewhere and right now, Melanie was in it with her super-secret news that she couldn’t tell me but her voice was two octaves higher than normal so I knew it must be something good.
That morning I had been woken up by my phone vibrating against my face, where I had apparently fallen asleep, Melanie scream shouting on the other end. “Are you up? Get up! I’m coming over!” So I got up and spritzed cologne around the house. Until about an hour later when she called me to tell me about the massive crash on the highway. The one with two cars, a mattress, and minimum damage. It was still taking a billion years to clear the damn road and she was stuck right in the thick of it.
“I have something to tell you,” she said, whispering like the rest of the people in their cars could hear her. “Well, I guess I have something to show you more like it.”
As I tried my best to prod any extra information out of her all I got was a measly giggle. My stiff cock rubbing against my cotton pajama pants. I couldn’t help it, ever since Melanie came into my life she’s been fucking me stupid and I can’t think of her luscious lips, her adorable freckles, or her breast without getting hard.
Finally, the door rings and I pull open the door. Melanie was wearing denim shorts and a tight white tank top that was doing very little to hold her breast back. “Howdy,” she said, pushing her way past me. “You wouldn’t believe the weird stuff I saw in traffic. First, a guy playing with dolls, or action figures whatever they’re called who has them in their car ready to play-“
My lips press against hers, cutting her off. “Are you serious? Tell me the secret.”
“Fine,” she smiled, biting at my lip. “Let’s go in your room though.”
Following her to my room, she tumbled onto my half made bed. She held up a foot to me so I couldn’t do the same. “I’m sorry but I can’t let you in, the dress code is boxers and socks. This is a classy joint.”
I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it off letting it fall to the ground and shimmy my pajamas off my hips. She let her foot down and I crawled on the bed with her.
Our lips instantly connected, she pulled me into her, her nails digging into the sides of my neck as her tongue explored my mouth. I felt her grab my hand and place it on her boob, I squeezed it and she moaned against my mouth. The feeling, was different, my hand felt wet. Pulling away from her I looked down at her off white shirt, a small wet circle had formed over her nipple. Confused, I looked from it to her face, she was smiling. “It’s all for you.”
I didn’t understand and she could see that. She explained to me how she’d been looking up ways to make herself lactate. Diets, exercises, and she even came across one of those camps you go to for a week and dance around a campfire that’s two hundred bucks a week plus the bug spray. “I don’t need any of that though, my body just need you. You bring out my carnal animal side.”
She pulled her tank top off and threw it behind me, her breast held back by the thin black lacy bra. She unsnapped it and let it fall. Her breast swollen with milk jiggled without her having to move an inch. The milk already making a wet circle around her nipple.
“Want to taste me?” she asked.
“What?” I stuttered. There was nothing in this world I wanted to do more than get my hands on her tits but I couldn’t quit staring at them. Finally, she grabbed my hand and pressed my palm against her hard nipple, a little dribble of milk met my hand. Heaving her heavy breast up in my hands, I leaned forward and licked the tips of the fresh milk sticky and warm. A small moan escaped from Melanie’s lips as I sucked her nipple into my mouth and sucked.
Laying my hand flat against her back as she arched into me, Melanie sighed, speaking quickly and rapidly into the air. “That feels so good.” Her fingers entwined in my hair pulling me into her. My mouth was full of warm milk and I hadn’t thought of what I would do after I sucked on her nipples. All I could do was swallow, so I did and that seemed to make her even hornier. When I sat up, she bit her chunky bottom lip until it turned a deep dark red. “Please, I need more.”
I smiled. The desperation in her voice was hot when paired with her “fuck me” face. She scooted back against the head of the mattress giggling like crazy, opening her arms, she motioned for me to join her. Crawling toward her she wouldn’t let me crawl in between her legs, she shut them quickly making me sit at her side. “Lay in my lap.”
I did as she said, lying over her lap, she took her arms around me, cradling me against her. Her hand on the back of my head guiding me to her other nipple. “Suck,” she whispered, like she had to tell me. My lips wrapped around, my tongue skirting along the edges as I felt her arms tense and her moans started filling the room again. The milk flooded my mouth and leaked out through the corners of my mouth. I hadn’t expected there to be so much milk in one tit but it quickly overwhelmed my mouth. Her fingernail scraped against my chin as she wiped some of the milk dripping off my chin. “So worth the traffic.”