ANR and the Academy Experience

[Kevin]

I know it has been a minute since I have told you a memory about ANR. Most of the video and content I’ve posted recently has been about serving on the lower half. That’s my extasy side, but this is my euphoria side.
While I wish I had more to share in the paste few months, it is genuinely because I don’t write fiction, unless I am completely snowed in and bored. Since I live in the Dallas area, that’s quite rare.
Sometimes, finding a partner to enjoy ANR with can come from the most unusual places.
Bit I think that’s enough preamble, so let me tell you what happened.

First, I have her permission to write about this, in fact she insisted, but she didn’t want to be identified. She doesn’t need that kind of attention, as she put it.
So, on Tuesday, I was in a national sports chain store in the women’s section, looking at sports bras. No, it was not for me. And no, I was not there as some pervert, shopping for opportunity. I was there during school hours picking out sports bras for my daughter, for volleyball. Completely on the up and up and yes, I’m raising my daughter, and for any of you males reading this, watch the comments because it’ll get you blocked. I am a dad first. A full respectable dad.
Back to the bras….so, I was pulling at the fabric and inspecting straps, which appeared to get the attention of a woman. She was middle age, perhaps in her upper forties, or low fifties, but she was very curious about my inspection of the bra. So, she secretly took my picture, and put it into a web/app search.
Oh boy. What she found. She learned all about ANR. Luckily, I’m a slow shopper. So, she had time to review quite a bit.
Technology is terrifying. I am going to have to rethink some of my habits.
In any case, she read enough that coming up to me didn’t seem to be an issue. She walked up and said, ” Pardon me, I don’t mean to be rude. But watching you inspect that bra was quite interesting. You are not inspecting the normal parts I would expect a guy to be perving out on. So, who are you buying for. I mean, I don’t mean to intrude. I’m just curious.”
I told her I was buying for my daughter who was on the volleyball team. I wanted to make sure that the strap was not too abrasive or inflexible. I also want to make sure the sewing on the steams could survive athletic activity, comfortably.
Honestly, ANR was not on my mind, even though I’m in the bra section and discussing bras with a woman. I’m guessing that’s the dad side of my brain. I just want to make sure my daughter is supported and comfortable during athletic activities. After all, I’m there because she was complaining about the ones she has. And yes, I use my knowledge of the breasts to help her.
And this is where logic fails most guys.
The fact that I was there for my daughter.
I was serious about what I was doing in a very intimate area of the store.
I was able to have a conversation with a person without hinting to something not being discussed.
All that together had this woman very, very curious. And she finally confessed…
“I have to be honest, after seeing you inspecting that bra, I took a picture of you and looked you up. And I was very pleasantly surprised about some of the things I read about your knowledge of breasts…and quite curious. And after talking with you for a few moments, I have to say, my curiosity has only increased.”
That kind of broke my brain, because being in dad mode, I was not expecting someone to talk to me about ANR. But she was ready too!!
She looked around and noticed no one was paying attention. Which is about right because we’re in the middle of the day on a Tuesday.
” Would you like to inspect my bra to see if I’m getting the support I need?”
I have to admit I’ve fumbled my words. “I’m, well, ugh, I would.”
My headache kicked in pretty quick. Men really do have a one-track mind and shifting gears that quickly has an effect. But my one track was in dad mood and she shifted it like going from fourth to first gear with no warning.
She stepped between two large racks of clothes and pulled pull her shirt out a bit, “You can slip your hand underneath…”
My heart was going at about a thousand miles an hour at this point. My brain felt it was walking into a casino for the first time. So much information coming so quickly that it just can’t be processed. You’re just trying to take in as much as you can, moment to moment.
But my instinct also took over and acted just as quickly.
I stepped closer to her and slid my hand under the open invitation and began inspecting the bra surrounding her breast with my hands and fingers.
The fullness of her breast has the fabric of the bra very tight. I massaged along the underside as she closed her eyes. I could tell she was sore, and lacked proper attention. The massage was quite enjoyable for her. As my finger slipped across the nipple, which was causing the fabric to protrude, she caught her breath and smiled.
Suddenly, a young female employee approached us. “Pardon me, do y’all need any kind of help? (Or a room),” she mumbled under her breath
The woman looked at her and said, “No, we’re just shopping for sports bras.”
The employee looked at us, “Well, you have you have my manager salivating in the back watching the camera. So, perhaps y’all can shop a little bit more discreetly, with our hands in the visible and non-touchy position? There are changes changing rooms for you to inspect certain areas if needed — by yourself…”
The woman looked at me, “She’s right. Would you like to continue this at my house? I only live five minutes away.”
My male brain kicked in. “I certainly would!”
At this point my brain had completely switched. But it also felt like I was living in a dream. I couldn’t believe what was happening. But, at the same time, I was going along with it.
We both went to the registers and paid for our items.
Afterwards she informed me to follow her. ” I assume I you’re still driving that silver F150.”
I was a bit shocked she knew that, but then my brain remembered she already looked up my pictures found my profile, found my writings, and pretty much everything about me. “Yes Ma’am.”
” I am in the blue Nissan. Just follow me back and park in the driveway.”
After a short drive, I pulled into her driveway. As I got out of the truck, she quickly walked up to me and took me by the hand. ” I had one of your stories on audio in the car. You’re a pretty good writer…”
I can’t say she dragged me into the house, but she certainly pulled me along.
We went in through the garage, which led right into the kitchen. She quickly opened the fridge and grabbed two bottles of water, handing me one, and then took me by the hand again and led me into her living room.
She plopped down on the couch like a teenager, and pulled me down, to sit close to her.
She then grabbed my right hand, and put on her breast, which was still covered by the shirt.
She began twirling her fingers in my hair and told me to tell her more about ANR.
I talked about the passion and the euphoria, and how much it meant to me over my life. I was sure to give the proper credit to the woman who trained me when I was young, long before ANR had a name.
After a while she removed her shirt, and turned around so I could unclasp her bra. She then slid it off, turned back around, grabbed my head and invited it to her left breast.
Instinct took over. It really did happen that fast. To say it was a blur, is an understatement.
My tongue quickly extended as my lips locked around her areola, and her nipple began riding up and down my tongue as I suckled. She moaned in delight as she continued to twirl my hair and run her fingers along the back of my head.
I felt her hair move against my face as she leaned her head back against the couch and began the process of relaxing.
Suddenly, I felt a few pillows thrust under my head, guessing she grabbed them. Everything had happened so quickly. I couldn’t even tell you what the living room looked like, or that there were pillows on the couch.
But she supported my head quite well with those pillows, and I spent the next forty-five minutes softly suckling on that left breast.
The soft moans, words, and breathing told me everything she was going through. I’m not sure she could believe she was in that moment. But she was certainly relishing it.
I felt her muscles relax and the tenseness that was in her shoulders collapse. I don’t know what this woman’s been going through. But whatever it was, released in that moment, at least for the time being.
As her breast lifted and fell to my suckle, she continued to massage my head as my hands wrapped around her and hugged her body.
She kissed my forehead, “You are the living embodiment of your writings.”
She gently moved my head to her right breast, but this time, she did something completely unexpected. She picked up her phone and began reading my writing’s out loud as I suckled.
I know all about 3D but I’m guessing this is 4D. She is experiencing the reading in person as she’s reading it. I even began to change my suckle to the words she was reading.
Then, she got to one passage that talked about the massage of the breasts.
Up to this point, my hands had just been wrapped around her since we were on the couch in a teenage snuggle type position.
She pushed me away and stood up. ” Let’s go to the bedroom so you can do this massage too.”
Once again, she grabbed my hand and led me down the hall into her bedroom. I’d like to tell you the decor of the room. But everything was happening so fast, all I could see was her.
She followed the writings as if they were instructions. She laid in the middle of the bed with her arms, out, in an inviting possession, her phone clutched in her right hand.
As I lowered myself down to her with my hands, ready to grasp the underside of her breast and the upper part on the diagonal muscles as she read the passage that described exactly what I was doing. That was surreal.
As I massaged and suckled at the same time, she put the phone down and wrapped her arms around me in a type of bear hug snuggle.
I massaged both of her breast and suckled for another half hour, at least. When my hands got tired, I wrapped them around her and continued suckling. I suckled to the beat of her heart and the rhythm of her breathing. It was not a short session to be sure.
When her breasts were fully satisfied, she pushed my head away and said, “Thank you!”
She stood and put a robe over herself and fluffed her hair. She then took me by the hand and led me to the front door. She kissed me on the lips passionately, but then gave me the warning.
” If and when I need this again, I will seek you out.”
And then she really hit me…
“Now go write about this. I need something to read while my husband goes down on me tonight.”

[Nick]

What an encounter!!!

[Author]

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