1 comments/ 30047 views/ 3 favorites IT: Erotic Awakenings Ch. 01 By: ibdeep1 I T Amber was winding up another long day. Utility clients were so much work; the code was so old and she had to review it line by line. Not the most exciting work she ever did, but the pay was great and the contract was long and open-ended – just what an IT consultant looked for in a client, she smiled. At 43, she was the oldest in the entire IT department. She had been hired for her knowledge of ancient languages - COBAL, Basic – more than her ability to write for newer platforms. Amber had gotten into computers when she was just nine – long before programmers made six-figure salaries, long before computers were cool. It was precisely this "ancient" knowledge for which she was so well-paid today. Something caught her eye; there was a strange recurring pattern going on here that made no sense. It was not a redundancy of any sort – the pattern was the same, but the code had no operational function. It was like ....an envelope within the code lines. The opening and closing was the same – the pattern she had noticed – but the "contents" between were different. It looked cryptographic ... but that made no sense in the middle of a customer database. Curious, Amber pulled out a CD with some cryptographic algorithms she used sometimes for secure communications with clients. Since Don, the CIO, was the only one with access to this code, Amber thought she may have discovered some communications he may have had with a previous consultant. It took all of 10 seconds of number-crunching to break the code. As she read, she realized she was going far beyond the bounds of her consulting contract. "This is Don's diary", Amber thought. Reading further, Amber began to blush... "My eyes can't leave her swaying hips... she knows I am watching and loves it"...."She wants me to fuck her full breasts... she knows she is giving me a look at her huge tits every time she comes in to ask a question"... "the idea of jacking off in my private bathroom while she waits for me is exciting"..... Beginning to feel like he had written this about her, Amber checked the exact time and date the entries were made - hmmm... over a year ago. Ahhhh, so "she" wasn't her....Who was it, then? Who was it that had him so hot? What woman had him so enthralled, so distracted that he had to record his feelings? "If I could just find someone like her, I'd spend everything I had – every hour, every dime, every waking moment on her....thinking of her, pleasing her, pleasing me...." "Soooo... she isn't real", Amber thought. "This perfect woman of his is a fantasy character, a figment of his imagination." Of course it was. No woman was that perfect for ANY guy. One day he would wake up and smell the coffee. They always did. "Too bad Jenny Thompson is still married to that jerk. She's the one – she would have been perfect" .... It must have been his high school reunion; yes, he was 38. He probably saw her at a reunion and .... "I know she's out there – I just need to get specific about what I am looking for. What did that corporate coach say? (Amber chuckled "Corporate coach...this guy makes waaaaaay too much money") 'Visualize it - Expect it – Welcome it.'" Amber shifted in her seat, stifling a grin. The next entry was a ....a project proposal? "Fantasy affair". The idea of couching a fantasy in engineering terms seemed so.....cold. Something, however, was oddly arousing about approaching such a personal matter in such an organized way. "It's weird", Amber thought, "but I understand it.....probably why I have such a hard time with the whole "feelings" thing. His fantasy was simple: an affair with a co-worker Of course it had to be the perfect affair (he was a computer guy) - one no one would suspect, one in which there was no "losing party", as he so artfully put it. "Parameters – (1) Mutually and equally vulnerable" (2) "Mutually critical needs for discretion" ("My god, he even writes his fantasies like an engineer", Amber mused). "Necessary Tools", "Budget Resources", "Level 2 and Level 3 expectations" ("Please don't tell me he wrote a mission statement", she cringed). A romantic geek.... Don's necessary tools included lavishly expensive lingerie - no choices from Victoria's Secret. "House of Dior". Mmmm, Amber thought, now those are MY kind of tools. Amber loved lingerie. Maybe it was the dry nature of her work that made her so conscious of what she wore that no one else ever saw. But Dior.....their silks were mere wisps. Just thinking about such delicacies (they were tactile delicacies) brushing her skin made her flush a bit and do a bit of fantasizing of her own. What if I started doing some of these things?, she thought. Would he even notice? He said he would.... That evening on her way home from work, Amber stopped for some Italian take-out. Although she ate alone regularly, there was still something about sitting down in a nice restaurant alone that seemed more than just ... by herself. Walking out the door with her penne pesto in one hand, the lingerie specialty store across the street caught her eye. "Exactly where 'she' would shop", Amber thought. Dinner and two glasses of red wine later, Amber's thoughts returned to her discovery. Lounging in her robe after her bath, she began to wonder what Don was doing tonight. Her thoughts wandered to what he would be doing if he were with his ....his....what should she call her? Maybe she should name her. What is the perfect name for the perfect woman in a perfect affair? She took a large swallow of glass number three, holding it in her mouth while she thought. She began to notice the way the taste of the wine changed as it warmed in her mouth. She sensed the velvet texture of the garnet-colored liquid lolling on her tongue. As she reclined on the couch, she did a sense-check, noticing the golden glow of the candlelight, the gauzy sounds of Sade, the warm yeasty aroma of the breadsticks, the finish of the pinot noir she had just savored, and the light/heaviness of her silk-lined terry robe. She observed the pale flesh of her thigh where the folds of the heather gray robe parted....She was ...at this very moment, lusciously ready to be picked. Loosening the sash, she let her fingers explore her full breasts. She was overdue for expression, she knew. The warmth of her shower merely relaxed her, brought her milk down easier. Her brown nipples were relaxed. Her hands moved easily over her skin, enjoying the silky touch she gave herself twice a day. Sitting up a bit, Amber began the slow, rhythmic stroking of her left breast, rolling the fullness down to her nipples. She loved the weight of her breasts when they were so full...Mmmmmm. A spray of milk surprised her with its volume and distance, droplets falling to her robe and thigh. Wow, she thought, it is really coming in. Reaching for the clean wine glass reserved for this purpose, she began to express her milk into it. Creamy droplets, yes, but also a surprising amount. Her nipple hardened with the continued gentle attention it received. Looking down as she massaged, she felt a true surge of pride as she beheld her breasts. They were full and lovely, the slight tracings of the blue veins on her pale skin complementing the rich brownness of her aureolae. Each nipple was distended and firm. Setting the glass aside for a moment, Amber considered her reasons for inducing lactation at her age. It was a crazy idea that came out of the blue one day at work.... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Marcy Young, a junior-level programmer in her section, had just returned to work after the birth of her twin boys. Marcy had decided to continue breastfeeding the boys; as a result, she found it necessary to express herself three times a day at work. The men knew there could be no joking or teasing; none wanted a sexual harassment complaint in their file. The women who had children treated it as if Marcy was merely picking up a loaf of bread at the supermarket, discussing their own experiences with a surprising openness. Amber had been ... what was it? ... cautiously curious. Marcy's ordinarily C-cupped bust had expanded to at least a double D. Her slim figure had returned just 8 weeks after the birth ("that lucky bitch" her female coworkers had all laughed), but her breasts retained their fullness. Marcy tried to be discreet, retiring to a stall for the pumping. Soon, it had become so ordinary that the quiet drone of the battery-operated breast pumps was almost like Muzak in the women's restroom. One afternoon as she walked in the restroom, Amber was startled to find Marcy standing in front of the mirror with her blouse open. The breast pump sat silently on the vanity top next to an empty container, like the three other full ones in the break room refrigerator . Marcy was holding her left breast in her left palm as she rhythmically....hmmm... "carressed" is not the right word, but "squeezed" sounds like orange juice.....molded her upper breast toward her nipple. "oh....oh, I'm sorry, Marcy. I did not mean to....to...." "No big deal, Amber. I am the one who should apologize. The damn batteries went dead. If it didn't hurt so much if I don't express, I would have just waited until I left for the day. I hope I haven't embarassed you." "Embarassed me? Oh, no - I am totally cool with ..ummmm....it." I said. At the same time, I could feel the color shooting into my cheeks and the flush of ...embarassment and.....something else?...spreading down my neck to my upper chest. "Thanks, Amber." Marcy's left hand moved to pick up the container as she lightly took her scarlet hued nipple between her right thumb and fingertips. A cream-colored pearl appeared and fell into the waiting vessel. She began a rhythmic stroking and pulling as spray after spray of milk squrted into the bottle. Amber was fascinated by the fullness of Marcy's breasts, the size of her crinkled aureoleae, the plump length of her firm nipple.... Amber realized she had been staring, and quickly turned away, murmuring another soft apology. Marcy smiled and quietly said "Amber, it's OK. Really. I don't mind. It's kinda cool, isn't it? I mean, all our adult lives, guys have been hungry for a look or feel. Now, it's like the have taken on a whole new purpose. I never really thought about nursing or milk before the boys, but I love it. So does Jack." "Really?" I had met Jack at the baby shower; he seemed like a regular kind of guy. Marcy continued to milk her left breast while talking, in the same way a person might peel a potato while conversing with a friend. "Oh yeah - he loves it. I have to remind him sometimes to leave some for the boys", Marcy said with a grin. "I like it, too. My nipples have become so much more sensitive since I got pregnant. At first, I was embarassed, but I talked with a few of my friends and some had the same experience. It's crazy, but I've even gotten where I enjoy the pump." Her conversation rattled on like we were standing in line at the cafeteria downstairs. Setting down the bottle, Marcy lifted her left breast into her bra and released the right without missing a beat. She began a firm massage - ah ha!...THAT was the right word.....of the full roundness until a bead of milk appeared. tweaking her nipple, Marcy produced a large spray which she caught in the half-full bottle. "Wow, I was sure ready! I think I'm gonna need the other bottle. Could you get it out of my purse, Amber?" "Surely - what's a friend for?" I laughed somewhat nervously. As I rummaged through the small suitcase Marcy had started carrying, I fumbled across a long, slender silver.....vibrator???.... which was stuck inside the bottle I was looking for. Pulling the bottle out, the silver cylinder hit the floor with a loud clink. "Ooops, sorry", we both said simultaneously. We each laughed as I picked up the vibrator and hid it in her purse. Now it was Marcy who was blushing. "I...ummm...well, like I was saying, my nipples have gotten so sensitive that I sometimes get...well, you know....let's just say I need a little relief. The pump in one hand and BOB in the other", Marcy shyly grinned. "Bob? Who's Bob? I thought his name was Jack." Confusion clouded Amber's face. Now Marcy was the one laughing. "BOB. B-O-B. Battery Operated Boyfriend." As she moved to switch bottles, Amber lifted the empty one, prepared to take the full one. A few drops fell on the back of Amber's hand as Marcy released the brimming bottle to take the other. Amber froze, staring at the cream-colored wetness on the back of her hand. "Go on. It's OK - you can taste it", Marcy whispered softly. "It feels weird to say, but I love the taste, actually. So does Jack. I like the level of intimacy I feel when I share it." Amber looked at her now-trembling hand and raised it slowly. Her tongue darted out quickly and touched the four heavy drops. A hint of cream, a sweet richness teased her tastebuds. Amber suddenly became aware of her tingling clit and soaked panties. A full bladder also reminded her of why she had come in the first place. "Umm....I ....uhhh...I need to .... I'll go to another floor....let you have some privacy." Amber dashed out, hearing Marcy's apologies behind her. Quickly finding the staircase, Amber fairly flew up the stairs to the executive floor and quickly ducked into the "ladies room". Smiling at the irony of a "ladies room" on a floor populated mostly by men, she opened the carved, full length wooden door to one of the stalls - though it was more like a nice closet. Panties hit the floor quickly - a silent sigh of thanks that she wore sockings instead of pantyhose. After she finished, Amber again noted her swollen clit and wet lips. She couldn't shake the image of Marcy's milk-filled breasts, the taste of the breast milk, Marcy's obvious enjoyment... Only a deadline interrupted her thoughts. AT the end of the day, Marcy came to Amber's office door. Knocking lightly, she murmurred "Gotta minute?" Amber turned and stood, arching her back and stretching. "Of course. Have a seat." "Mind if I close the door? It's kind of personal." Pulling it closed behind her, Marcy walked over to the desk and sat in one of the claret-colored leather chairs facing Amber. Amber surprised her - and herself - by coming out from behind the carved wood to sit in the other chair. Turning the chair to face Marcy, Amber sat, smiled and waited. She had guessed Marcy would apologize for this afternoon, so Amber already had a little speech prepared. "Amber...about this afternoon..." "Marcy, I thought you would come apologize and I want you to know...." Amber stopped as Marcy interrupted her. "Apologize? Oh...well....ummm....no, that's not why I came...but if I...well...no, I didn't think I needed to. I was going to share something with you if you were interested." A puzzled look crossed Amber's face as Marcy continued "Of course, if you are not ....." "No, Marcy. I - I....well I just....well, I am just glad you...you... don't feel like you need to apologize. And of course, I am interested. How can I help you?" Marcy smiled a soft, knowing smile. "Well, it is more along the lines of how I may be able to help you. Stop me if I'm wrong, but you seemed really interested in my breasts and breast milk this afternoon ... Well, I couldn't help but notice you have lovely breasts, too. When you were wearing that white sleeveless shell the other day - you know, the one with the pearl beading around the V? - well, I was standing at your desk while you were sitting, and I could see...." Watching Amber shift uncomfortably as she began to toy with her neckline, Marcy continued "I could see you were well blessed yourself and this afternoon, the stuff about my milk and all....well, have you ever thought about inducing your own milk?" Marcy's words hit her like a warm-yet-not-unpleasant slap - the kind Amber liked when be taken from behind, mmmmm......"hey, wait....where is this going?" Amber thought to herself. Snapping back to the present, "Inducing my own milk?" she asked out loud. "Yes...I saw the way you looked at my....and when you tasted my milk. I have to tell you I was really wet." Marcy chuckled, "I am glad BOB was there, so I could get back to work" "Inducing my own milk? How?" "Well this woman I met at the hospital told me that I ought to be ready to contact a wet nurse in case I didn't have enough milk for both boys. I didn't have that problem, but I called them anyway. The sweetest woman about my mom's age came out to see me and we talked all about lactation and how great it was for the kids and all. Then she told me how she hadn't had any kids, but had induced her own milk by stimulation and some herbal stuff and..." " 'Stimulation'? Playing with her nipples?" Amber thought quizzically. If that was all it took, she'd be spraying like Old Faithful.... "No" Amber laughed. "It takes sucking stimulation...two or three times a day...every day... for about 15-20 minutes. She said you also have to try to express for about 20-30 minutes each time. Anyway, she kept talking about how her cup size had gone up from a B to a D, and then she just pulled up her shirt." Amber stifled an outburst of laughter as Marcy continued: "Amber, she had the boobs of a 20 year-old. I could have sworn they were fake, but she started telling me about how the milk and stimulation had firmed them up. It felt a little weird to be talking to a half-naked stranger about her breasts, but I was so interested in how she had done it and why, I found myself strangely at ease. She began to express for me and suddenly sprayed my shirt." Amber squirmed again, but not from discomfort. "Damn, I am getting wet again" she thought. And as outlandish as it sounded, she knew she would be trying this.... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Smiling at the memory, Amber bent her head to her uplifted nipple. Taking her nipple in her own lips, she gently sucked it, feeling a bit of milk on her palate. She inhaled sharply through her nose, at the feel of being suckled and the taste of her sweet milk. The first time she did this, she had felt ... awkward, as if tasting her own milk was something she should not do. The fact was, she had liked the way her own lips teased her nipples. Releasing her left nipple, Amber moved to her right breast and began the process again. By the time she was finished, she had about four warm ounces, a large amount for her. She wished she had someone with whom to share, but for now....well, she smiled at her intended use. Tonight, however, Amber was very still very aroused. Rising from the softness of the sofa, she walked silently through the house, turning off the lights, blowing out candles, checking the doors. Carrying her goblet of breast milk with her, she walked into the near darkness of her bedroom, pausing to set the milk on her nightstand. The bright lights of the bathroom momentarily broke her mood, but she softened it by turning on the small makeup mirror and extinguishing the overhead light. Ahhhh, now the room light was more ...amber... she realized with a smile. After brushing and flossing her teeth and removing the bit of makeup she wore, she took the smooth glass bottle of her favorite fragrance – it was still Obsession – and lightly touched each wrist. Touching her index finger, then her middle finger, she lightly trailed one between her breasts and touched the skin just above the beginning of her lower lips - beneath her pubic hair - with the other. Her image greeted her in the large mirror and tonight (perhaps it was the 3rd glass of wine) she did not criticize. It was more than the wine, she knew; it was the new-found knowledge she had of her boss. Feeling ...hmmm... prepared?, she thought, she chose a light cotton camisole and tap pants... and one of her beige bath towels. It was fluffy and thick; the soft loops felt wonderful on her ass, she smiled to herself. Turning off the mirror, she walked into her most private of places. IT: Erotic Awakenings Ch. 01 Amber's bedroom was just her tastes. Glad that she had spent the money on a designer and gladder still that she had found one who listened to her, she felt - and "felt" was truly the word for it – the room to be starkly warm – no frills or flowers, yet feminine, sensuous and inviting. She turned down the comforter, exposing the brushed flannel sheets. Arranging the towel in the center of the bed, its texture being a delightful contrast to the sheet, she set her camisole and tap pants on the edge. Quietly, Amber sat on the bed, rubbing lotion on her arms and legs, paying special attention to her elbows and knees. The feel of the lotion on her skin as she caressed her thighs made her certain that sleep would not come tonight until she attended to ....the need she felt. The lotion on her belly, the arousal she felt as she took care of her nipples – well, it was more than a need now – it was a necessity... and a delicious one at that. She was already wet and she had not touched a single pubic hair. "I'll forget the tap pants for now..." she thought to herself with a smile. Slipping the white cotton camisole over her shoulders, the hem hung on her distended nipples. She liked that.... Adjusting the fabric, it fell lightly to her softly rounded belly. Putting the lotion on the nightstand, she ran extended fingers through her lush delta of brunette hair. It excited her to tease herself, to tug lightly at the hair on her mound. She loved the way she looked with her natural bushiness. It was exciting to part it and see her large lips. Tonight those lips glistened.... Amber removed a hand mirror from her nightstand. As she lay back against the bolster, she positioned the mirror between her legs, admiring her sex. The labia shone with her arousal. The shining pink pearl of her clit peaked from its hood. Amber liked her large clit, a result of the "vitamins" her swim coach had given her in a failed effort to get her on the national team. When she discovered that he had given her steroids without her knowledge, she quit swimming altogether, hurt angry and abused. Her parents had wanted to sue him, but she told them she had no side effects. Because she shaved everything when she prepared for a meet, she'd been able to get away with that little lie. The increased hair growth – it had become almost a pelt – quickly returned to something akin to normal when the steroids stopped, but her clit stayed enlarged, about twice its previous size. Her sex drive had increased while in training; interestingly, it did not decline when she quit. "The lying bastard had no idea what he did to us" she mused, licking a finger and lightly circling her pearl. She'd read up on the studies of women who had taken steroids and realized she had been lucky. Most had more irreversible damage than she did. All had noted the increased sex drive, though. All in all, it was not the worst thing that could happen when one screws with Mother Nature. Her anger had subsided as she grew older. He was not the only man who ever lied to her, just the first to really abuse her trust. That was one of the reasons she enjoyed her singleness so much. And yet... what was it about men... The French manicured nails accented the deepening pink of her swelling lips as Amber contemplated the things she truly loved about men. The smell of a man – not perfumed with cologne, just clean with soap and water – mmmm, she loved the way men smelled. She liked the way they smelled when dressed for work; something about the clean lines of a white shirt freshly starched, a tie knotted crisply and a dark wool suit just smelled...rich. Watching herself in her hand mirror, she quickened her circling of her clit, dipping a finger between her lips for more lubrication...mmmm....Men also smelled great in the wilderness...must be the flannel, the woods, the earth..... Amber cupped the whole of her sex in her hand. Most men did not know how good it felt to a woman to be held this way, she thought. Probing, thrusting and rubbing weren't always so necessary. The moist warmth in her palm and fingers felt so good it almost had a flavor to it. Reaching over for her milk, she began to slowly rotate two fingers over her clit. Mmmmm...no toys tonight.....her fingers were more than adequate. As she picked up the pace, images of Don began to filter in....Don in his suit, sitting behind his desk...Don in the evening, tie askew, sleeves rolled up, Don's hard cock bobbing in front of her ....Taking a sip of her milk, Amber rolled the sweet taste over her tongue as she thrust two fingers inside her, a soft "unghhhh" escaping her. Her wetness, glistening in the mirror looked so inviting in the mirror, her fingers disappeared so easily.... Tonight, she bunched her little finger with the ring and middle fingers and immediately felt the difference the width made....Ummmm.....it was so good to find a cock that had breadth, she thought. Thicker was better, more filling. Tipping the glass to her lips, the sweetness touched the tip of her tongue as her fingers reached their depth. "Ngghhuhhh", she moaned as her body jerked, spilling a bit of her milk down her top. A few drops rolled over her belly and decorated her pubic hair while a couple fell on the mirror. She was getting close, her index finger flicking her extended clit as the three plunged deeply into the slick pinkness.... Amber swallowed the last of her milk and set the clouded goblet on the night stand. Withdrawing her fingers, she lifted them for examination. The deeply musky aroma and tart taste which filled her senses only heightened her excitement. She formed a cone with her fingers and thumb and began to work it into her. The pressure was different, tightly pleasurable...mmmm ...so full. Her other hand found her clit and began a feverish massage, wanting to finish now...hard....wet...no toys...no lotions...just her lovely, hairy, natural self in the mirror, the contrasts of her white fingers, her deep brown hair and the dark pink of her pussy a visual treat for her as she felt the contractions begin. Plunging one hand to the knuckles while her other rhythmically rubbed her swollen clit, Amber gave a throaty gasp as her ass lifted up. She felt the warmth of her ejaculation coat her fingers, plunging deeply again as her clit, hypersensitive, triggered the muscles of her inner thighs, squeezing hard...feeling it drip down to her still-contracting ass. Holding her eyes closed for a few seconds, she wondered how Don came....deeply, holding himself in her as his cock flexed and squirted, or did he stroke himself in and out as she felt his semen lubricate her already drenched walls... Opening her eyes, she took in the glorious mess she had made...and decided she needed to do it again... and again before drifting off to sleep in an almost smiling slumber. The next morning found Amber awake at precisely two minutes before her alarm went off. She felt nicely, drowsily ready for a shower. "Wonderful" would usually follow a night in which she came three times, but with no cock involved, she'd settle for the warm relaxation she felt after she pleasured herself. Amber decided to do a bit of shopping that day. After all, she DID make very good money, she was usually frugal, and she loved lingerie.... Calling in, she asked Don if she could have the morning off for a few "personal matters". Knowing that most men would never question a woman for fear of hearing about cramps or a doctor's appointment, the mere thought of which brought a bright blush to their face and a grumbled "Sure-not-a- problem-I'll-see-you-when-you-get-in" to their lips, she smiled when Don said "Sure...you OK?" "I am quite fine – I will see you after lunch", Amber said. As she headed downtown to a specialty lingerie store, Amber felt a bit......illicit. Although it was not her idea originally, Amber began to warm to the idea. She felt a familiar...twinge as she walked down the sidewalk, thinking of what she was doing. Acting out her own fantasies had never been a real consideration – I mean, they called them "fantasies" for a reason, didn't they? But his fantasies – why did they seem so compelling? Why was she doing this? She smiled with a quiver ..."Because he wants me to....." An attractive young saleswoman greeted her pleasantly when she walked through the door. The first thing Amber noticed was olfactory; the shop smelled different.....not perfumed......cleanly earthy..... fresh laundry hanging in her yard. It was so simply...elegant and she felt herself react. Amber suddenly felt underdressed in her Victoria's Secret panties and bra. The lingerie in this store were not so much undergarments as they were sensory artifacts, designed for visual appeal, tactile consumption and sensual delight. She felt her nipples harden as she caressed the camisoles and tap pants, the bras and panties. The silks she touched were to die for..... A light clearing of the throat and the warm smile from her saleswoman brought her back. "Welcome – I -I- I'm Sara", she said with a bit of hesitancy. "Is this your first time to join us?" "Ummmm, yes", was Amber's simple reply, belying her consideration of what the correct response should be. "Thanks for coming into our store this morning. I hope I can be of assistance." An idle thought from left field came to Amber..."I hope so, too." "Have you been measured recently?" Sara inquired. Instead of feeling embarrassed, Amber felt.....well, she did not want the woman to know just being in the store had sexually aroused her, yet she felt curiously unselfconscious. Was it last night's multiply satisifying masturbation? "Ummmm,....no...not recently." "I need to get rid of the 'umm's'" Amber thought. "Well, that's a good place to start. Please step back to the private rooms and get comfortable. Can I get you a glass of champagne, by the way? Or is it too early?" Amber smiled to herself. "Not at the mall anymore", she thought........gratefully. Stepping into a changing room, Amber began to think back on just how she found herself here. Removing her blouse, she told herself that this was for Don.....Her brown nipples were turgid against the cotton lining of her bra. Unzipping the side zipper on her gray flannel skirt, she just knew the cubicle smelled of her sex......and what she wanted. "This is just a game", she lied to herself. Sara knocked lightly on the door frame. "We're out of the champagne. I know it is crazy, but is a cabernet OK?" "Sure", Amber laughed. Wine at 11:00 a.m. This would be a different day. She cracked the door a bit and put her hand out for the proffered wine. Pause Sara laughed lightly......"I'll have to go get it. We are alone back here. Just relax." Handing Amber a light robe which accented her near-nakedness rather than covering it, Sara went to pour the wine. Upon her return, Sara commented on her lovely skin. "Your skin is like alabaster, it is so smooth", as she handed Amber the well-filled claret goblet. The use of the word "alabaster" signaled Amber that her sales assistant either had a good education or read too many romance novels. Amber smiled, "Thanks, I guess this ridiculously expensive skin regimen does produce results. And please, call me Amber" Amber really wanted to tell her that she liked the feel of her own skin. "Anything in particular you are looking for today, Amber?" Sara asked. "Well, I decided to treat myself to European lingerie.......so....how about a bit of everything?" Sara's soft smile said it all...."What a delight for me...it's been a slow week" "Let's start with some bras. I am going to take some measurements" Sara's fingers fairly danced over her as she took the silk tape measure all over her chest Amber's nipples were absolutely erect and she could not contain the flush on her upper chest. "Let me help you remove that". Amber merely nodded as she sipped the deep garnet-colored wine and smiled. Sara's touch was faster than any high school senior's. Amber's large, full breasts spilled from their confinement in her oh-so-sensible bra. As Sara's lightly turned wrist and long, slender fingers ("why am I noticing everything about her so much?" Amber mused) laid Amber's bra on the bench, Amber realized she felt more than naked in Sara's presence. Setting the wine goblet on a small table, Amber unconsciously cupped her breasts where the underwires had been. "Ohhhh, I am sorry, I didn't know you were breastfeeding", said a surprised Sara. In Amber's surrender to the moment, she had completely forgotten that she had not taken time to express that morning . Two pearls of milk leaked from each swollen nipple. A great flush rose on her cheeks.....almost as fast as it did on Sara's. "Well, I am really not nursing; I just never stopped lactating...." Amber offered. "Really?", Sara replied. "Well, you have a lovely gift." Lovely gift? Amber had never heard it put so.....sweetly. Sara lifted Amber's breasts lightly - "So very full for a woman over 30...and firm". As quickly as she had held them, Sara released Amber's excited breasts. Amber realized her breasts felt......alone. "We'll be needing panties, won't we?" Sara kneeled before Amber, measuring her hips and, Amber knew, smelling her arousal... Amber was strangely happy..... "What cut do you like on your panties," Sara inquired. "It doesn't make any difference, this bush just spills out" Amber said with a laugh. Wine this early is getting right to me, Amber thought. "Natural is lovely", Sara replied. Amber realized Sara's nose was just inches from her sex, only a thin swatch of satin kept her from being totally exposed. Amber suddenly felt she was soaking ... was it last night's reveries?...pearls of milk at her nipples and moist warm panties..... "Where is the washroom?, Amber asked suddenly. Following Sara's direction, Amber found herself in a small but lovely ladies room. She locked the door quickly. One hand found its way into her panties - she was drenched. Parting her robe quickly, the other began to lift and roll one of her breasts. She could feel the velvet thickness of her milk coming down. Amber was enjoying the sensual abandon she was feeling. But what if Sara came back here?, she considered as she teased her thick labia, her index finger finding its way between her slickened lips. Wellllll.... Sitting at the vanity, Amber could watch herself....God, her breasts DID look wonderful...As the light cotton fell to either side, she was fully exposed. Sliding the chair back, Amber glanced at the fingers lightly stroking her sex... She needed release...now...even though it had only been a few hours earlier, Don had gotten in her head....She lifted her hips and her panties fell around one ankle... She could see her wetness glistening the mirror....with a soft and knowing smile, she began to masturbate, purposefully. Amber thought of her boss.....how he would like to see her...his cock hard as he stroked his full length...she felt a contraction as she thought of his cock, balls hanging low over the edge of the chair....Then the image of Sara intruded....her slim, blond figure, that ass... would she like to see this, too? The thought of an audience increased her excitement...... Withdrawing her fingers from her mound, She ran one of her slick fingers over her lower lip. She loved the smell of sex......Watching herself in the mirror, she lifted one of her breasts, her tongue traced the edge of her aureola, flicking outward, her tonguetip grazed her nipple. Latching on, she sucked greedily, wanting to taste the sweet warmth of her milk. The hand massaging her breast was sticky with her milk. Amber felt her body begin to glow - she was getting close....and then "How can I help you come.....?", the light-yet-throaty voice said. Sara had silently opened the door as she had suckled herself. Sara looked at her thighs, spread and relaxed with a hungry look on her young features, intensely...innocent? Amber looked Sara in the eyes as her fingers disappeared into her sex again...Sara looked so lovely in the mirror...Silently, Amber motioned for Sara to disrobe. Instead of the rush she expected, Sara undressed slowly, never taking her eyes off of Amber...her fingers, her breasts. Sara's tongue danced across her lips as she stepped out of her skirt, her long blouse coming below her hips. She turned away from Amber, admiring both of them in the mirrors. As Sara raised her blouse over her ass, Amber was struck by the perfect symmetry of Sara's well-exercised derrierre. "You are lovely, Sara", Amber said softly. Her mouth lifting slightly on one side in acknowledgement, Sara continued to unbutton her blouse as Amber masturbated without any self-consciousness. Parting the pinpoint cotton folds, Sara revealed two firm breasts, encased in a whim of silk some might call a bra, but what Amber called....icing. The transparent cups revealed a surprisingly full bosom...Amber loved that word....capped with pink nipples, nipples which were hard. Only when Amber looked down did she gasp. Sara had a mass of golden blond pubic hair, spilling out of a wispy thong matching Sara's bra. Unclasping her bra easily, there was little downward drift when Sara discarded it – her nipples pointed directly at Amber's eyes. When Sara hesitated to remove her panties, slipping a finger inside the waistband instead, Amber gently nodded that she should remove them as well. Never removing her eyes from Amber's body, Sara complied with her wishes. The lusciously thick golden fur accented her narrow hips and her softly rounded-yet-flat belly. "M-m-may I?" Sara asked, focusing on Amber's heavy breasts. "Certainly" was Amber's reply, thinking Sara wanted to touch her breasts again. She never stopped stroking her now-drenched pussy which was now wet enough to make a slight noise as her fingers played with her erect clit. Amber was shocked, however, when Sara knelt next to her and began sucking on her stiff brown nipple. "Mmmmm" was Sara's wordless response when Amber's milk first touched her lips. Amber felt an electric jolt down to her core when she felt the first tension of Sara's suckling. Then she softly held Sara's head as she nursed and her own fingers quietly took her over the top. The stimulation of Sara's mouth, her sheer young visual beauty let Amber relax through her contractions, feeling her warm ejaculation once again. Looking down, she saw Sara's fingers working feverishly, then a quick gasp as Sara's sucking became hard and rhythmic with the tempo of her own orgasm. They were there in front of the mirrors, both quietly catching their breath, and liking what they saw.....Sara savoring Amber's lovely, heavy breasts, her contented smile, her lush brunette wetness .... Amber drinking in the sight of Sara's hard nipples, the combined aromas of their wet, warm lower lips... Some part of Amber wanted to feel ...guilty?...but she could not muster it in the face of the satisfaction she felt, the surprising immodesty as she sat naked to this stranger's hungry gaze.... "I sooooo apologize" quaked Sara, "but yours are the first milky breasts I have ever seen or felt..." "Or tasted?" added Amber. "Yesssss...how did you know?" said Sara. "And when you were so aroused when I measured your hips..." "Was I that bad?" grinned Amber. "Yes...I mean, no....I mean...I could tell...and then you disappeared....and" "Shhhhh – no apologies", Amber spoke quickly. "This was a first for me as well – I have never been with a woman before." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++