The First Time

Good morning, Bella.
Each time seems like the first time for me. Every time is special.
Last year for my solo vacay it was a diplomatic motorcycle ride around Lake Huron. Feelers were sent out to meet like minded abf folks. One lady in Michigan (P)replied about a month before the start of the trip. P suggested we meet for breakfast the morning after my first riding day. Cool! After some further banter it was suggested to meet in the hotel lobby and have breakfast there. As it turned out met in the morning and she brought breakfast with her.🤗
I greeted her with a smile a handshake and a hug.🤗 She gave me a peck on the cheek, then on the lips. This felt so right.
Once in the room she placed her cooler on the coffee table, removed her jacket and I proceeded to hug her closely again. Hugging and kissing continued for a while before I sat down with her standing in front of me. Slowly i unbuttoned her flannel shirt which was already partially there revealing her full bosom. She was beautiful standing there in her brassiere waiting for me to continue. Obliging I was. Off came her bra with my face in her cleavage breathing in her lightly perfumed scent.
First kissing one nipple and then the other, a latch was achieved to our mutual delight. Her milk was smooth and sweet. Lightly lactating there was a sense of her sweetness as we continued to suckle. It was a wonderful way to start day two of this trip.
Later that morning as we departed she gave me baggies of her frozen milk to enjoy over the next couple of days.
Three days later as I stopped again in Michigan before finishing the ride we met for an evening suckle that lasted until the next morning.
You are a special lady P.🤗😘

I can vividly recall my very first nursing session. Even though it was destined to be a one-off with this particular woman, the experience was long-awaited and a great eye-opener, which led the way to many other wonderful sessions.

She had replied to a post I made on another site, (don’t remember which), offering to dry suckle me. We were in contact for weeks until I got the chance to meet her in London. She waited for me outside the Tube station, then we walked down some quiet urban streets to her home. After some light chatter, she left me in the living room with a plate of sandwiches, while she slipped into the bedroom. Around ten minutes later, she emerged in a babydoll gown, inviting me to join her for my first ever suckle.

Entering the room, I was awash with mixed feelings. I had known about ABF for about ten years, reading people’s memoirs and corresponding with like-minded others, but this was the first opportunity I’d had to experience it for myself. We settled into the bed, drawing the covers over us, and she allowed me to carefully lift down the top of her gown, releasing her large breasts. I gasped in awe and anticipation, before gently feeling each breast with both hands, to get accustomed to their touch and warmth.

When I proceeded to latch on and begin suckling, my initial fears of improper technique quickly passed, as my body seemed to quickly adjust by natural instinct – just as one correspondent had advised me would happen. Within minutes, I was suckling away as though I’d done it for years, and my fears gave way to new feelings of content, comfort and trust. I barely knew this woman, and had not even met her in person before; yet I now felt safe and relaxed in this environment, wanting nothing more than her breasts to keep me at peace. What surprised me the most was the need to keep myself awake – resisting the sudden tiredness that was overwhelming me, to avoid drifting to sleep while still latched on!

I never met this woman again, but that first experience was certainly worth it. I now understood the deep maternal bond that develops between ABF partners, and relished the effect of suckling to relieve stress and anxiety. This seems to be the missing element in my life style, and what I seek from suckling sessions with like-minded ladies.

First of all, I am sorry this is so long. I don’t know any other way to write it so that you know how it went.

My first time was wonderful, life-changing, and very embarrassing all at the same time. I met her on a site that doesn’t exist anymore. We chatted off and on for a couple weeks and knew it would be good to meet each other. She was very open that she was married, but he was ill and probably wouldn’t live another year. She had much more experience in sexual area and nursing. She seemed very brazen about cheating in her relationship as she told me of past lovers she had enjoyed before.

We met at a motel room in her city. I was so nervous I gave the guy at the desk a very brief story about having kids and a babysitter and how we needed some time “together”. I was very nervous and edgy because this was my first time being with a woman at all. I just wanted this nursing monkey off my back really. I would never have met with a married woman for anything intimate like this. I wasn’t raised that way. I was coming out of my shyness with the “fairer sex”, but wasn’t completely out of the door far at all. She had a delightful body in some ways. She was just a little chunkier and flatter than the perfect body in my mid-20s mind had envisioned. But that didn’t matter at all to me. We got in the room and clumsily tried to figure out what was next. I didn’t want to seem like a perv and jump on her breasts immediately (but I wanted to). I don’t think we kissed at all this whole visit. That was something I thought was saved for people I knew very well and loved deeply.

She had me sit on the front edge of the bed. She was wearing a tight spandex two-piece running suit that could be rolled down. I knew she didn’t have large breasts but they would be plenty for me. I could tell she was proud of her body and knew the pleasure it could give. She came close and rolled down her top exposing her beautiful, gentle breasts. She was very patient with me. She let me explore and probe them for a couple minutes. I loved how magical they felt but surprised how they felt also. But we needed to get this train on the track and GOING!! I leaned in and mouthed her left breast… it was HOME!! Soon we both moved to lay back on the bed and the real nursing began. Although she had soft, a little wrinkly and flatter breasts t thought they were magical.It was like a flat, horizontal layer of harder tissue surrounded by a cushioning layer of sweet, soft flesh that was so eager to receive my lips. We nursed for a little less than two hours. It took a couple minutes for me to figure out how I wanted my latch to feel and how a milk-producing breast would respond to what I was doing. I was always listening to hear how she was responding to what I was doing. We both kept our clothes that were not necessary for nursing on. We did mostly a “side-by-side” positioning with me leaning over and resting on her chest to take in her breast. It was the only position I knew! Haha!

She wasn’t very nurturing at all. She.just wanted to lay back and enjoy it all. I told her it would feel much better for both of us if she ran her fingers through my hair and carressed me as she enjoyed our time together. And so she did. I think she came to appreciate the nurturing aspect of nursing during our time.

After a while she felt something strange. I had a strong erection the whole time we were there (what guy in his 20s wouldn’t?). And I thought it was just “par for the course”. But what I didn’t know is that all the time we were together, I had begun to secrete a generous amount of precum (I’m sorry to talk about things more sexual, but this is really what happened). It takes a long time for a viscous solution to soak through a pair of jeans… but that is what happened. And it was obvious. She felt something a little wet and figured it out fairly quickly. I think she was a little disgusted. I was a very late bloomer and this was my first real attempt at intimacy with another human. She decided we were done and replaced her top again. She said she had to do something for her husband. Soon she was gone.

But with all the things that went wrong for me that day, I still remember the delicate, amazing, and sensational things that happened that day. I will always remember that embarrassing day, but I will remember the wonder and amazement even more.