ON A COLD NIGHT

ON A COLD NIGHT

It had rained heavily on the night it all began. Lesley could never forget. She lived in a quiet suburbia with her five-month old baby, having recently divorced from a wealthy artiste, and with a big settlement. She had never actively searched for love ever since the divorce, but in her heart of hearts, she always knew she deserved something more than just routinely waking up, taking care of her baby and going back to bed.

On that fateful day, the day her life changed, she and her baby were alone in the big house, enjoying the warmth of her fire place, while it rained heavily outside. Moments later she was heading back to the fire place, having put her baby to sleep when her door bell rang.

When she opened the door, a stranger stared back at her. He was soaked to the toes with the rain and shivering badly, looking at her with imploring eyes. Compelled by her motherly instincts to care, she took him in first and asked questions later.

“My car broke down in the middle of nowhere, had to walk a couple kilometers looking for shelter. Thank heavens I found your house when I did. Sorry for any inconveniences I might cause you.” He said standing like a schoolboy in front of her, dripping water on her welcome mat. The man sounded polite, with a distinct accent that made her know he certainly was not from around there.

“Seriously, I don’t mind. Now lets get you out of these wet things and put you into something warm. I think I have a couple of clothing that you might fit into for the night. I’m Lesley by the way.” She turned back and said to him, as she walked away from him to go get him warm clothes.

On returning, she saw him out of his wet clothes, completely naked and still shivering. Now she saw past the cold stranger in need of shelter. He was tall, lean and dark. His cock even though had being exposed to the raging cold, and its flaccid state, was long and curved. Lesley swallowed.

“Will.” He said extending a handshake. His hands where larger than hers and engulfed hers in a handshake, but hers, although smaller, was warm and sent warmth coursing through his blood. He didn’t know what, but there was something about her that felt like home to him. He had the chance to look at her now, she was tall, just a head shorter than him, and she was beautiful. Her cashmere sweater was open by a button or two, revealing the creamy top of her breasts which was extremely full and jiggled when she made gestures. Her eyes looked grey when he merely glanced at it, but became a deep sea green when he actually looked into it. He had always being attracted to vixen like ladies with their painted nails and dark lips, but the lady standing before him was warm and welcoming and oddly this caused a stirring at the pit of his stomach.

His was in warm clothes now, and sat on a soft rug silently beside her, near the fire place. He pretended to be in deep thought, but he was very aware of her radiating warmth beside him. He couldn’t help but keep staring at her breast. Why were they so full? Could it be she was nursing or she was just naturally-

“Where are you from?” She asked him, bringing him out of the direction of his thought.

“New Jersey,” he replied, still staring at her breasts. “Came to these parts for a friend’s wedding. The wedding is tomorrow.”

“Hope you’re not the best man?” She teased

“Thankfully, no.” They both laughed at this, their voice ringing deep into the night.

“You’ve got beautiful breasts,” he said simply, after their laughter had died down. She smiled and ducked her head in appreciation.

“Thank you. It seems you’ve got something for beautiful breasts” she said.  Her eyes was resting on the visibly forming bulge on the pants he wore. They were both aware, and this made them both hot and aroused.

“Never knew I was. Until now.”

“I have a five-month old son,” she said, providing a weak defence at the way the conversation was making her feel.

“He is lucky to suck on those breasts.”

At that point they both knew exactly what they both wanted. Slowly he pulled closer to her side and filled her mouth with his tongue. His senses were clouded with the essence of her; her mouth silky and sweet, her body smelling of baby food. He sucked on her tongue, wanting more and more of her.

He laid horizontally on her now, his head cradled in between her thighs. She bent forward and pulled out a breast from its holding and gently placed it in his mouth to suckle. She had expected to feel something platonic and slightly painful like it was when her baby suckled her.

But this was no baby.

She gasped at his first latching, a gasp of immense pleasure. With a slow motion, he kept sucking on soft grazing the nipple lightly with his teeth. This sent shocks of pleasure shooting down her spine. She let out a soft moan as he dipped his hands into her sweater and fondled her right breast while still sucking on the left. Inside her sweater felt warm and this made his cock hard, threatening to tear the faded pants he wore.

“oh god, oh god.” He groaned with pleasure, as he dipped his other hand into his pants and stroked his cock.

The pleasure became too much for them, still they rocked on, sucking and stroking and fondling. This was heaven.

“I’m coming!” Lesley screamed as she shivered in heightened pleasure. Milk spewed out of her nipple pores, spraying all over his face. He had cum in his pants as well, so he serenely suckled on her breast, drinking up the sweet milk that was steadily flowing out from both her breasts. With a two fingers she blocked the flow of milk from one nipple while he sucked on the other.

She watched him suck gently, like a baby, while she stroked the dark hair on his head. She had always knew that she was made for something more. Now she knew exactly what.

“Hey,” he spoke into the quiet night, “would you be my date at tomorrow’s wedding?”

She kissed him gently on the forehead. “I would love that.”

He smiled and drank on.