I've always loved my nipples. They respond to the lightest touch, puckering up and getting so stiff that they hurt.
Ever since I started lactating, I find myself fantasizing about a man wrapping his lips around them, sucking all my milk from my body. Just the thought of it leaves me trembling and wet.
My desire makes me ache so deeply that I just want to grab a stranger up off the street to satisfy my needs.
Warning: this 3700 word erotic story contains lactation and milking sex between a woman and a stranger she picks up in front of her house. For adult readers only.
"Can I help you?" I said, unwilling to open the flimsy screen door that still separated us.
"Everything okay in there?" he said.
His eyes strayed down to my chest. My nipples puckered at the attention.
I realized that I wasn't holding my robe anymore. It had opened to reveal a thin slice of my body, displaying a line of milky flesh down between my breasts to my inner thighs.
"Oh!" I said, pulling my robe closed again.
He rubbed his chin and pretended to examine the street number sign at the upper right of the doorway. He couldn't get rid of that smile, though.
Yes! Of course everything's fine! Why wouldn't everything be fine? I was just... napping. Yeah. You know, how dare you peep at me like that!"
It felt good to be indignant. It put me on the offensive, and him on the defensive. I glared at him, hoping he caught the full brunt of my scorn for daring to look at my naked body. I tried not to think about how I had been fantasizing about just that not half an hour earlier.
I was right, he was wrong. That was all there was to it.
"Yeah. Sorry, I guess. It's just not something you expect to see, a beautiful woman lying naked on her porch. Glad to see you’re all right. And sorry again. Have a nice day!" he said.
He had nice lips. They were full, and a shade of pink that complemented his complexion perfectly. My breath caught as I imagined them wrapping around my nipple. They were probably so soft and warm...
Not to mention that he said I was beautiful. I wondered if he would like how I tasted.
I shivered again as he turned to walk back down the stairs.
"Wait!" I said.
He turned, raising his eyebrows in a question at me.
My knees felt weak, and my body got hotter as my heart pumped blood at a panicked pace. I couldn't believe I was doing this.
"Would you like some iced tea? I have some iced tea in the fridge," I said.
The strange man with the nice lips glanced down at his watch. "That sounds good, but I gotta get to work."
Still smiling, I said, "Get inside and have some iced tea with me! Unless you want me to call the cops and tell them I think there's a Peeping Tom in the neighborhood?"
He almost fell down the stairs, grabbing the rail just in time. He looked around as though someone may have heard.
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Published May 17, 2013
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.