Time to get steamy

As I walk barefoot upon the earth and feel soft yet spiky blades of grass beneath my feet, I feel a deep connection to mother nature. I hear the cheerful chirping of birds in the distance and the mellow humming of bumblebees visiting the flowers in my garden. My garden, that I put so much love and care into nurturing, and get so much pleasure from seeing the growth of new life, as well as the cycles of the plants and trees as the seasons pass. I take a moment to appreciate all the beautiful gifts of nature and I feel a sense of gratitude for my small place in our natural world, before heading back inside to wash away the dirt of the day.

I begin running the shower, before removing the layers of torn and dirty clothing from my weary, aching body. It is only now that I notice how much my breasts are aching and in need of relief by you, the only one who can soothe all my pains. As juicy and ripe for the tasting as the raspberries in my garden, my nipples are the first part of my body to feel the heat of the water and it takes my breath away a little. Next, my full and round breasts, skin stretched tight from containing all the milk they have produced since you last emptied them, resemble sweet apples, shining in the wetness of the shower.

As the soothing hot water massages my breasts, I feel a sense of relief as a little milk begins to trickle down my body with the soap and water. Washing away the dirt from my day’s work in the garden, I take a little extra time to massage my aching breasts, working towards my nipples to allow the excess of milk to cascade down my slippery skin. Enjoying these sensations and allowing myself to get lost in the steamy bathroom, a hard slips between my legs and begins massaging there, to provide more relief.

Just then, I feel a familiar presence in the bathroom drawing closer, as the outline of your body comes into view. Already naked and ready to join me, I see that you’re just as eager to enter as I am to welcome you in. I smile to greet you and reach out to embrace you, as you draw me close and feel the warmth of my body pressing against your hairy, manly chest. The skin contact and your natural scent make my milk begin to flow again, as your eyes widen and your desire solidifies.

You lift me up with your strong, muscly arms and every cell in my body craves every cell of yours, until my nipples are at the perfect height for you to latch on to and you begin hungrily feeding at my still abundantly filled bosom. In such a heightened state of pleasure and lost in the moment, neither of us notice at exactly which moment our bodies merge. You rest my weary back against the tiles on the wall, and the contrast between the heat of the shower and the cold of the tiles causes me to gasp and arch my back slightly, which sends ripples of pleasure straight to you and takes your breath away momentarily.

You break your latch, laugh a little and get to work on the other breast. Conversely to my day of hard work in the garden, much of your day at work was spent imagining emptying my breasts into you and emptying your creamy liquid into me, but this shower is far steamier than anything you had dreamed up. Pent up energy now being put to good use, you suckle determinedly at one breast and then the other, massaging deep inside me with your love muscle, hitting the spot again and again, causing me to moan and grip you tightly, with every muscle of my body that makes contact with your body.

Sensing that I’m getting closer, you contain your pleasure long enough for mine to reach a peak. Moans and gasps echo off the walls of the bathroom, as jets of milk spurt out of my nipples, one down your throat and the other down the side of your face and ear. I grip you so tightly with my legs around your waist and pull you deeper inside me than anyone has ever gone before, and you join me in ecstasy. Time stands still. We both tremble and collapse together on the floor of the shower, bodies tingling from head to toe, completely satisfied and relaxed.

We share a moment of warmth and affection, a calm smile and deep exhale, before regaining our balance and composure and turning off the shower. You step out first and wrap us both up in a fluffy white towel, as we make our way to the bedroom and drift off to sleep in a tight yet gentle embrace, still wrapped in the towel, breathing in sychronicity.

The sound of birds chirping is even more distant than before and the buzzing of bees barely audible through the bedroom window. But I’m still feeling just as connected to nature and grateful for my place in this world.