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@galacta I want to BE YOU when I grow up. lol I can’t wait to have what you have with your husband. thank you for sharing.
This morning we woke up to snow on the ground. As we were getting ready for work, I realized that I had left my work coat in the truck. “It’s okay”, my husband said, “I brought it in and put it in the dryer so it would be warm for you.” I swooned. How is it, that this man can make me feel butterflies in my stomach after all these years?
We went to our job site, a vacant building with workers to manage. In the afternoon, my breasts started to feel heavy. They were aching for him and he knew it without me saying a word. The contractors suddenly went off in different directions. They had supplies to pick up. We were alone!
My hubby took me by the hand and led me to a narrow stairwell. We were partially hidden from the main entrance, but not completely. He sat on the third step and beckoned me to stand in front of him. He lifted my t-shirt and raised my breasts up and out of my bra. He suckled the left one first. He always chooses that one first. We both knew that anyone could walk in that door at any moment, but that they *probably* wouldn’t. He took his time, enjoying his snack before he moved to the right side.
Out of habit and out of fear of being walked in on, I pulled my shirt down over my left nipple when he changed sides. He stopped nursing suddenly and said, “No. Leave it out!” I did as I was told. When he was satisfied, he got up, came down the stairs and stood behind me. Reaching around, he undid my jeans and slid them down. He pulled my shoes off, took my pants completely off, and removed my panties. He told me to bend over and put my hands on the stairs.
I did as I was told, completely vulnerable with my ass in the air and tits hanging down. He unzipped his overalls and pulled his throbbbing dick out. I could feel it, hot, and resting on my ass as he used his fingers to get me ready. He slid in slowly, then grabbed my hips and slammed in all the way. I could feel his balls slapping against me as he pushed in as deep as he could. After each thrust he gave me a deep grind.
He didn’t seem to be worried about getting caught. As he tortured me with pleasure he asked, “Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me?” I was too caught up to answer his question. Then I felt a sharp slap on my ass, almost too hard, but not quite. He asked again, “Are you gonna cum for me?” “Yessss…!” I answered as I felt my walls clamp down around him and I began to orgasm- hard, my own wetness seeping out, even leaving a couple drops in the construction dust.
When I was finished, he pulled out. I was surprised to see him, wiping his still very hard cock off with a shop towel. “Don’t you want to come?” I asked. “I do.” He said, “but I think I’m going to save it for this afternoon.” He forced his erection back into his bib overalls, stashing it away for safe keeping like a tool. I can’t wait until he uses it again.Omg I’m all hot and bothered after reading this. Michael should give you your own erotic lactation story section. I know I love reading them. (.)(.)
@breastlover I know isnt it.
I’m at work, hiding in the “Quiet Space” reading this!! This is exactly what I’m looking for. Now to cool my jets so I can go take care of my patients. Thanks for the excitement at work!!!! I just keep telling myself I will not always be in North Dakota! Hopefully my next contract will take me to somewhere special where I can find that truly remarkable person just for me and my girls.
Intimacy and sensuousness are definitely consequences of you each willing to be vulnerable and explore.
Nice to see you having so much fun.
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