SMOKY MOUNTAINS ANR

So a few of you know I have had to go to Tennessee for a work convention, in Pigeon Forge.
So while I was here, I went ahead and took out an ad on a kick site for Gatlinburg. Nothing but pure ANR. I just wondered if I would find some one in this area who might be interested in a session.
After posting the ad, I actually had quite a few women inquire what ANR was. I’m guessing it has not gotten a lot of attention in Tennessee.
One particular woman stated that she had a cabin that overlooked Ober mountain and I was welcomed to come up and show her what anr was and why it was technically different from just ‘sucking on a breast.’
The drive up to her cabin was quiet the ordeal for this Texas boy. Being from a flat state, the highest thing I have to climb is the High Five in Dallas. But this mountain driving thing, it was something completely different. The steep grade and the winding roads was definitely white knuckling it for me.
After traversing the mountain, I arrived at her cabin, where she was waiting for me outside.
She was wearing a thin gown, allowing her breasts to breathe, and give a thinly veiled preview to me.
She invited me on her back deck, where she removed the top, exposing her breasts to me and any for the eye to see. But it was obvious, that at almost 4,000 feet, and a heavy tree canopy, her deck was as private as her bedroom.
She talked more about how my ad was so different in tone and desire than any other male. Most were seeking personal gratification for themselves, and none were seeking the type of session I was. She asked if these types of situations were common in Texas, and while I said no, I did note that there was a small community of ANR persons in the major cities trying to spread the euphoria of the activity and show the welfare and health benefits of ANR.
Being so intrigued, she confessed that normally a session with her is $100 per hour, but that I was so interesting and original, she just wanted to experience it for herself.
As the sun began to get lower, the temperature fell to a very comfortable 68 degrees. Across the valley and the town of Gatlinburg, was another of the Smoky Mountains. The clouds had condensed as they passed over the mountain and you could see the rain in the distance.
“Will you show me now?” She said lustfully.
I turned and found my body automatically kneeling to her. As she brushed her blonde hair out of my way, her beautiful milky white breast, with its nipple rock hard, stood at attention – waiting for my attention.
As my lips parted, I leaned in, eyes closed, my arms wrapping around her as my lips touched the areola of the right breast.
As my lips sealed against her, my tongue extended and retracted, licking her nipples as my latch was complete.
As she moaned, stroked my hair, and ran her fingers along my back, her breast lifted and fell with every suckle.
The rain cooled breeze blew over both of us, highting the sensations and the beauty of the moment.
I could tell that she had easily found the euphoria I talked about. I wondered, as I suckled, when the last time someone did something for her that neither asked for anything in return or came with strings attached. She truly let go of herself, and gave into the majesty of the moment.
In most situations, I have to reposition myself to service the other breast, but in this situation, I simply changed breasts when I felt her coming out of euphoria.
In the end she was both stunned with what she had felt and experienced, and saddened that my trip would come to an end on Saturday.
This was her only free night, but she said she would give my information to her friends and dode upon me to them.
If anything more is to come, I shall let you know.