The Girl from Ipanema: My Week with Maria (Ch 1?)

ABF has been a part of me for my entire adult life. While this experience is not my introduction to this world (another post perhaps), it is one that enhanced my passion for the lifestyle, evolved my understanding of intimacy, and cemented a core memory I will forever look back upon. Deciding to finally put my experience into words, I’m happy to share it with you now!
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While working down in Florida for three weeks a few years ago, I didn’t expect much from an online post I made seeking someone familiar with ABF to connect with. Nevertheless, I couldn’t believe I was finally making the drive to visit Maria. I arrived at a park near the harbor and immediately recognized her sitting on a bench. She wore a long floral maxi dress with a sunhat, her dark brown hair tied into a loose ponytail, and perhaps most apparent, the swell of her 7-month pregnant belly stretched against the fabric. We never dwelled on the circumstances of her situation or recent divorce during our online exchanges, but I have always found pregnant women beautiful, so I was welcoming of her enthusiasm to meet anyway.

We approached each other from across the green space, the sway of her hips hypnotizing. After greeting with a hug, I unveiled a small bouquet of tulips, a flower she had previously mentioned being fond of. We began walking along the stone pathway toward the harbor, holding hands the whole way. We talked and walked for about half an hour before finding a bench overlooking the water. I placed my arm around her as she leaned in; it was clear that we were comfortable with each other. We began discussing ABF and shared our journeys and stories. She had lactated for years after having her two older children and enjoyed the sensation of regular pumping, but only recently imagined sharing the act with someone else. My eyes would wander to her breasts with undisciplined frequency, admiring her cleavage and the slight bumps of her nipples underneath. I’m sure she noticed, but didn’t seem to mind. I eventually placed my hand on her belly for the first time, rubbing in very small circles, her smiling in approval. As the conversation faded, we sat and watched the ocean, my hand adventurously rubbing more of her belly as she placed her hand on my leg. Noticing that nobody had walked by for some time, we turned inward and shared our first kiss. Breaking after a few seconds to allow a pedestrian pass by, she looked down towards her chest and told me how she ensured they were well engorged. We agreed that we should do something about that and headed for the car. Fortunately, her older children were visiting family in Brazil, so her place was all to ourselves.

We arrived at the apartment building not too much later and she guided me to the elevator, where we enjoyed a longer kiss on the ride up. We entered her apartment, the initial orange hue of sunset illuminating the space through a large window. As she excused herself to use the restroom, I prepared a vase for the tulips. She soon emerged, having let her hair down and slipped into a violet babydoll that tightly hugged her hips, belly, and braless breasts. Enchanted, I could only stare. She smiled playfully and told her Alexa speaker to play Bossa Nova. Almost as if it was planned, the very first song to play was Jobim’s famous track ‘The Girl from Ipanema’. I reached out my hand invitingly and she took it without hesitation. I didn’t know how to Samba, or really any form of ballroom dance, but we stepped back and forth as she mixed in some Latin flare. After a few slow twirls during the bridge of the song, I wrapped my arms around from behind and she swayed her hips against me. She looked back and we kissed for the third time, not breaking until the song’s end. When we finally released, she led me to the bedroom without words.

She released my hand and walked around the bed, gently lying down on her left side as I joined her on my right side. We leaned in and gently kissed once again as I gently lowered her shoulder strap. I shifted lower on the mattress and she exposes her right breast. I gently squeezed her flesh, feeling the full weight of the engorgement. I reached my mouth down to her nipple and began to slowly suckle and massage the milk ducts. She quietly moaned as I searched for my pace, positioning my tongue under her nipple and conforming my lips to the shape of her areola. She wasn’t lying about not milking since early that morning: her flesh was taught and almost stiff, her nipple was fully swollen, and an unmistakable scent surrounded me. After only a few small suckles, a gasp from her lips was followed by the flood of hot milk filling my mouth. Her let-down reflex had kicked in and I hungrily did my best to keep up with it. After about 3 minutes, the flow noticeably decreased and a steady stream was achieved, our first nursing session had begun.

Each of our four hands were busy. Laying on my right side, my right hand held her breast and continued to gently squeeze to help the milk flow. Laying on her left side, her left hand wrapped around to gently stroke my hair. My left hand and her right hand were directly next to each other as they rested on her belly, feeling the rhythm of her breathing. After about 15 minutes, her breast was drained, and the milk stopped flowing. I continued at it for another 5 minutes to ensure she was properly emptied. Upon my release, she slowly rotated onto her back, exposing her left breast for equal treatment. Still on my side, I adjusted and latched onto the waiting nipple, noticing a wet spot due to leaking before its turn. Milk flow began immediately, and we jumped right back into it. While on her back, my hand was able to stroke her bare belly underneath her gown in full circles. She stretched out, slowly moving her legs and shifting her hips as I continued to suckle meditatively.

I briefly released my latch to let her move her arm down before continuing. Her nails brushed against my groin, gently indicating her desire to go further. I slid my pants down, letting her access me through the fly of my boxers. My free hand returned to her lower belly, fingertips following the band of her panties. We took turns advancing – millimeter by millimeter – until we could both fully interact with each other. We stayed just like this until shortly after the milk stopped flowing. I finally broke the seal of my lips from her nipple, looking up at her wanting gaze. She shifted slightly higher up the pillows to provide a back rest as I positioned myself above her, feeling her belly against my groin as we assumed our starting position.

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The next time I fully opened my eyes was while staring at the ceiling, both of us breathing deeply after mutual release. Only now did I realize it was completely dark outside through the window. Her head rested on my inner shoulder as my hand ran up and down her back. We whispered how glad we both were to be there after our breathing returned to normal. She suggested a bath and I gently helped her off the bed.

After relaxing together in the tepid water, she slipped herself in an ivory bathrobe and I wrapped a towel around my waist. Returning to the darkened den, she quickly found the couch while I reheated her a leftover container of chicken and rice. We continued to chat in the dimly lit room while she ate and I sipped a glass of wine. We both looked at the music speaker as a different version of “The Girl from Ipanema” began to play – this one with Astrud Gilberto’s iconic voice. Looking back at each other and laughing, we promptly stood up and began to dance again. With a closer hold and fewer twirls in favor of slow swaying, we waited for the song to fade before returning to bedroom, as if replaying the afternoon all over again now late in the evening.

Sleep was clearly overtaking us, so I turned off the light before joining her in the bed. Under the covers this time, I instinctively shifted down and located her nipple with my lips, initiating our second suckling session. Although her milk had not yet replenished, I gently suckled and enjoyed the closeness as her breathing continued to relax. Despite our bath, the scent of her milk lingered on her chest and I nuzzled as deep as I could into her as she lovingly stroked my hair and whispered relaxing affirmations. With a quick motion on her phone, she silenced the music coming from the den and sank further into the pillows. I stayed latched to the first breast for at least half an hour before shifting towards the other, tasting the slight sweetness of what droplets I could get. It didn’t take her long to drift to sleep. I suckled for only a few more minutes before joining her at the pillows. We assumed a spooning position by easing my right arm under her neck, stretching my left arm across her belly, and pressing myself against her bottom. Looking at the clock on the nightstand as it advanced to 10 pm, I suddenly followed her to sleep.

Neither of us hardly stirred for most of the night. I woke to the sound of faint whimpers and noticed the clock’s red light display 4 am. She was still asleep, but her breathing was interrupted by the soft moans and her head would move side to side with each episode. I looked down at her breasts in the faint light, slightly engorged again! Instincts took over as I gently lowered my head to not disturb her, staring down her erect nipple and wrapping my lips into position. I pulled gently with my cheeks and pressed with my tongue. Nothing at first. I repeated the motion for 10, maybe 20 more times, still not detecting any sweetness. But persistence pays off! I suddenly felt a rush of hot liquid and heard a slow gasp escape her lips. She grasped the back of my head tightly to keep my head in place. She was definitely awake and aware of what I was up to and I responded by suckling slightly harder. I didn’t realize just how much I was craving our next session until I tasted her sweetness again in that moment.

It only took about 5 minutes on each breast to drain them this time as they weren’t as fully engorged as yesterday. Nevertheless, I remained at each one for some additional time while she sleepily whispered sweet nothings between moans: “yes baby,” “I love that,” “don’t stop” – short affirmations of our intimate moment. With the last bit of milk from her second breast in my mouth, I reached up and buried my lips into her for a milky kiss. The clock approached 4:30 am by the time I returned to the pillow. She smiled a final time before we drifted back to sleep. That would be the last thing I remembered until waking later in the morning, feeling a warm sensation and looking down to see her dark brown hair in the sunlight …

After another fun and relaxing morning, I would finally leave her apartment by about noon. I still had one week left in Florida, but I knew exactly how I was going to spend my free time!