Things had been really stressful lately for Sara. Her firm was trying to land a contract with one of the biggest sportswear companies in the world to handle their marketing as part of a re-branding, and Sara was lead on the project. Not only did she have to manage her team and approve the final decisions, she also had to do the in-person schmoozing: lunch meetings, gift baskets, baseball games, whatever it took to make the client happy and keep Minnow Marketing on their minds. And that was just at work! Lucie, her 17 month old daughter seemed to be entering the fussy toddler stage a little early. All of this stress made Sara grateful for the few moments a day she could slip away into her office, hang up the Do Not Disturb sign, and pump her breast milk for Lucie. Twenty minutes to herself a couple times a day was all Sara needed to not go insane.
Nick had only been at Minnow Marketing for eight months so he was surprised when Sara picked him, a junior account coordinator, to be on her team. He knew Sara from around the office but since she was an executive, he had never worked with her directly. Nick was up for the challenge. He would show the team (and Sara specifically) that he’s a great asset, and who knows – maybe he’d even get a promotion if he did well! At least that’s what he told himself.
Over the course of a few weeks, Sara and Nick got to know each other better and seemed to be a great working pair. Her experience and knowledge were the foundation of the project but Nick’s fresh perspectives and outside-the-box ideas helped them create something new and exciting yet reliable.
As Nick was walking past Sara’s office to the kitchen, he couldn’t help but peer in. She had her trusty Do Not Disturb sign on her door but one of the blinds had gotten twisted when she closed them. Nick’s breath caught in his throat. There she was, sitting at her desk, rummaging through her purse, topless. No shirt, no bra, just the gold chain and pendant her husband got her for their first wedding anniversary and her gorgeous, naked breasts. Nick heard a sound coming from the kitchen a couple doors down. He whipped around, took out his phone from his pocket, and tried to act casual as someone from the graphic design department walked past him with a steaming cup of coffee in their hand. A little nod of acknowledgement from both parties and as soon as they were around the corner, Nick couldn’t help himself – he had to look again.
Sara hooked a pump to one of her breasts, and was massaging the other with her hand. “Completely normal. This is completely normal. She’s a mother pumping milk for her baby. This is so, so normal.” Nick thought to himself. So why didn’t he feel normal? Embarrassed and feeling like he’d intruded on her privacy, Nick took himself to the kitchen to try to forget about what he just saw.
He wouldn’t forget, he couldn’t forget. Nick had been a fan of boobs since he was 13 and saw his older neighbour Ellie in a bikini for the first time. But there was something different about seeing Sara. It wasn’t just her magnificent breasts (which he guessed to be a D-cup, his favourite size), there was something about seeing her with the pump. In Nick’s mind, she went from his sharp-witted and tenacious boss to a loving, doting mother. Nick liked this softer side to Sara and hoped he could get to know her a little better.
A few days later, the two were the last in the office. They were working on their final pitch for the sportswear company and time just flew by without either of them really noticing. The rest of the team had gone home but Nick volunteered to stay, partly to leave a good impression and partly with the hope that he might catch another glimpse of Sara pumping her milk.
The pair were on a roll. They had most of the pitch prepared and were putting together the presentation when Sara let an “Oh, shit.” escape her lips.
“What, what is it?” asked Nick.
“It’s 9:40. I haven’t pumped in 5 hours. Fuck. We’re on such a good flow though, I hate to leave right now, it could stop the creative energy!”
Nick realised this was his moment. “Well,” he began “you don’t have to leave… You could pump in here while we keep working.” Sara was a bit shocked. She hadn’t even thought of that, was it appropriate? As the seconds passed she could feel her brain wandering away from the project. She
knew she had to get back into it or the flow they had would be gone. “Okay. I’ll be right back.” and with that, Sara rushed out of the room to grab her breast pump.
Sara returned to the boardroom after a couple minutes. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” She asked, shyly.
“Of course. There’s nothing more normal – erm, natural – than a woman breastfeeding. And like you said, we don’t want to ruin the flow!”
Sara was still a bit hesitant, but with the project to finish, she couldn’t not do it. She began to unbutton her blouse when suddenly, she began blushing. “Um, Nick?”
“Yeah?”
“I… I don’t like breastfeeding bras. You know the ones that you can open up without taking off? I don’t find them particularly comfortable so…”
“So…?”
“So I’m going to have to take off my bra. Like, the whole thing.” The blush went from a light pink to red.
Nick had to restrain himself from letting on that he knew this already. “That’s fine, I really don’t mind.” He smiled at her in a way he hoped came off as sincere and not creepy, and turned towards the computer. Sara took that as her cue to get herself ready. She sat in the chair next to Nick, finished unbuttoning her blouse, took off her bra, and set up the pump. Nick was doing everything he could to keep his eyes on the computer screen, but then realised that he could see her in the reflection of the monitor. He discretely watched as she massaged her breasts and set the pumps to her nipples. Nick decides to break the silence.“That thing’s louder than I thought it would be.”
“Yeah, it’s a bit frustrating if I’m pumping in the nursery while Lucie is sleeping. But it actually really helps on stressful days at work. I use it almost like a white noise machine. It helps me zone out.”
Nick could feel himself getting hard, but thankfully they were sitting down.
The conversation went back to the project at hand, and after about 15 minutes, the pair felt like they were almost done. Nick’s phone started ringing and as he reached forward to answer it, he knocked one of the pumps from Sara’s breast. The milk spilled all over the table and on the two of them.
“Oh my god! I’m sorry! Shit! I’m so sorry!” He had jumped up and was a bit frozen in place, not sure what to do. He looked over at Sara who didn’t seem upset.
“Nick, when you have kids, you’ll realise that spills aren’t a big deal.” Sara nonchalantly licked the milk off her arm, grabbed a tissue from her bag, and started blotting at her dress.
“Did you just…?” “Lick my own milk? Yeah, why?” “I just… You’re not…” “A baby? I’m well aware of that, haha. Haven’t you ever had breast milk before?” “Well, yeah, I think, when I was a baby, I guess, but not as an adult…” Something about the disbelief in Nick’s face intrigued Sara. She turned off the pump, unlatched
the head from her other breast, and said “Do you want to try it?” Nick, still frozen, didn’t know what to say. The semi that had been successfully hidden in his
pants, on the other hand, decided to make itself known. He had never been more curious and turned on in his life. Sara noticed the bulge in his pants and motioned for him to sit down. She pushed the laptop away from them and sat on the table in front of him. Her breasts were right in front of his face.
She began massaging her breasts and tweaking her nipples. “This helps the milk flow. Do you want to help me?” Without a word, Nick reached up with both hands, cupping each glorious breast in his palms. He began to gently massage and squeeze them as Sara closed her eyes. His movements got stronger and when he started to play with her nipples, she let out a little moan. Taking that as a sign that he was doing a good job, Nick approached his mouth to her. He kissed all over her chest while still massaging her and he could swear he felt her breasts get heavier as her moans grew louder. He put his
lips around one of her nipples, and flicked it a few times with his tongue. His dick was so hard it was almost hurting, and he could smell Sara becoming wet. She grabbed the back of his head and pushed it into her breast. “Enough teasing. Drink.”
Nick did as he was told. He sucked her nipple and after a couple seconds, he felt droplets on his tongue. Her milk tasted like a nectar from the gods. Immediately, he was hooked. Nick suckled until his mouth was full, swallowed, and suckled again. Over and over and over, all while massaging and playing with her other breast. Sara pushed his chair back a little bit and leaned forward so she could reach his crotch. She felt his bulge in her hand and loved knowing she was the cause. While he sucked, she undid the zip and reached into his pants. She pulled his cock out of the fly and pushed his head away from her breast. Then, she squeezed her breasts together and two thin streams of milk sprayed onto his cock. Nick didn’t know it was possible to be this aroused. She started stroking his cock, using her milk as lube, as he latched onto her other breast. Sara matched her strokes to his sucking rhythm, it made them feel in sync. As Nick moaned, milk would dribble out of his mouth and onto her hand, onto his cock.
Nick knew he was going to cum soon. His breath was getting quicker and his already impossibly stiff cock was getting stiffer. Sara pushed Nick back in his chair and got on her knees in front of him. She wrapped her breasts around his cock and slid them up and down his shaft, while milk dripped from her nipples. “Since you drank my milk, it’s only fair if I drink yours.” That pushed Nick over the edge. Once he started to cum, Sara wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. He came so hard he saw stars, and Sara took it all her in mouth. When he was finished, she swallowed.
The pair sat in silence for a moment, taking in what had just happened. Sara dressed herself and got paper towels from the kitchen to clean up the mess they had made. “So I’d say we should call it a night. We’re almost done the presentation but we can finish it tomorrow, with a fresh pair of eyes.” she said, back to the tenacious boss he knew so well.
“Sure, definitely.” Nick fixed his trousers and went to the computer to save their progress and start packing up.
“Oh, one more thing.” “Yeah?” “I’m quite forgetful at times and small things, like fixing twisted blinds for example, usually slip
my mind.” And with that, Sara walked out of the boardroom.