Breastfeeding Strangers On The TrainThe train is one of my favorite ways to travel . I can relax and enjoy the beautiful Kentucky scenery while roaming through the countryside. Last Friday, for the last few days of my vacation, I took a scenic bus/train trip from Lexington to Norfolk, VA. I was meeting some friends for the weekend to go out to the beach. The weather was great, I knew it would be a delightful trip, I just didn’t know how delightful!
I was dressed in a short, hot pink skirt, high heeled wedge sandals and a white, sleeveless, low cut, cotton shell. Not having a bra on under my shell top, my "girls", a natural 38EE were being pristinely presented and my long nipples looked like they were going to bust (pun intended) through the cotton at any moment.
Most men and some women couldn't help but stare... and I loved it. I do love being a **** you know! One of the things you will learn about me is in many ways I am not a "typical" woman by any stretch. I really get annoyed at women that wear "seductive" clothing and then get angry when people look and perhaps stare at what they are putting out there... well duhhhhh, if you don't want it looked at, don't put it out there for heaven’s sake.
I on the other hand put it out there and I love having it looked at... even stares are ok with me. I think I may have mentioned in one of my posts that I am a bit of an exhibitionist so it totally turns me on when they look. I am a bit of a tease I suppose, yes… giggle… just a bit!
On one leg of my adventure on the train, one man in particular, a "gentleman" (I use the term loosely) could not take his eyes off my boobs. I would guess he was in his early 50's and definitely married ba
Wanting to delight him even further, many times during my trip I bent down to get something out of my backpack which meant he could see right into my low cut shirt and see my scrumptious breasts, in all their glory, right down to the hard bare nipple. In addition, I would get up out of my seat by parting my legs and throwing one leg up over the arm of the chair allowing him to see right up my skirt. I would smile sweetly at him each time I got up.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that he had to "adjust" himself quite a bit. I was making his **** hard and I knew it... and I loved it. Even better, he was making my **** dripping wet because I felt the “lust in his heart”… giggle…and saw it elsewhere on him.
This particular leg of my trip was about 3 hours. About an hour into the trip, I needed to pump my breasts because they were getting so full and uncomfortable (yes, I am lactating if you were not aware and have since I was 12 years old). I have a real quiet small battery operated breast pump that I carry with me when I travel.
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When I was finished, I put the bottles of milk I had pumped from my breasts beside the pump ba
When I got up, I could tell he was getting even more worked up knowing what I was doing. He couldn't see anything, but it was very evident that what I was doing obviously turned him on a LOT! I was the one staring now. His **** was rock hard and he wasn't trying to hide it anymore... it was useless. When I got up, he leaned back in his seat as if to display it to me. It was definitely worth displaying!
When I returned to my seat, we tried to carry on a casual conversation, but he could hardly talk he was so excited. I just smiled and went back to my magazine. About two hours into the trip he got up to walk around. On his way out of his seat, he handed me a note. Inside the note was a $100 bill. It said "please meet me in the bathroom in the back in 10 minutes, please". I did love how polite he was... saying "please" not once but twice... was I to construe this as begging??? Probably ... giggle!
I was tickled at the $100 bill. I was being sexually playful with him and by handing me the $100, he turned me into an unintended prostitute. The funny thing is, I would have gone back there without the $100, but this made it really nice. Some women would have been offended, but not me! I was flattered and that $100 pretty much paid for my trip - whoo hoo!
I went to the back and noticed one of the bathroom doors was ajar just a bit. I pushed it open and he was standing in there. I walked in smiled coyly, leaned up against the bathroom wall and said "I'm here". He said "I am so glad." Without saying another word he pushed both his hands up under my shirt and wrapped them around my breasts feeling and fondling the delightful flesh that had been teasing him for two hours. I knew he wanted me and I let him have me… as I should of course! That is what a woman is for anyway, isn’t it?
The next moment he had his mouth on one nipple suckling, while playing with the other nipple with his fingers. His mouth went back and forth between each nipple several times. He was obviously in heaven enjoying my milky breasts. Having my nipples sucked is one of my greatest pleasures. Too bad he didn’t slip me the note BEFORE I pumped.
When he couldn't stand it anymore he stood up and looked at me. I knew it was time to relieve him of the tightness that had built up in his balls after all that teasing.
Still without saying a word, I leaned over the bathroom sink, pulled my skirt up and my panties down. I presented my **** to him like a ***** in heat. He accepted the invitation, unzipped his pants, took out his raging hard on and plunged it into me, totally bare, without hesitation. My **** was already soaked from teasing him so it slide in like a hot knife through butter.
Through the mirror above the sink I watched him **** me hard for a few minutes but then my own passion forced me to close my eyes and feel his hard **** deep inside me. He just kept pushing as hard as he could up inside me. I felt his (what I thought to be about 8 inch) **** against the back of my vaginal wall pushing at my cervix as if it had a mind of its own. That was the point of pain and pleasure for me. It hurt "so good" he was in me so deep.
I pushed back against him and then reached underneath to pull my ***** lips apart so he could get in even deeper. At that moment I started to *** hard and put my hand over my mouth so the rest of the train wouldn't think I was being killed. I came so hard and felt myself getting even wetter than I already was. I came over and over again as he continued to pummel my **** with his hard ****.
I felt him getting even harder and knew he was about to ***. That point right there is when a special calm comes over me as I am about to receive his *****. I was taught that having a man *** inside me was a gift that should be cherished. I was taught that I was being marked by a man by receiving his seed and that I should never resist it no matter what. Being marked liked that as I was growing up meant that I would belong to the man ******* me until I was reclaimed by Mitch. Now I just enjoy the feeling so much because it brings back such fond memories.
At that moment with one last deep thrust he pulled on my hips and exploded inside me. I felt his **** pulsating through my vaginal wall as his **** flooded my sexual cavern with his *****. I gripped his **** with my **** muscles as if to milk him of every last drop of *** he had in him. I love the feeling of being inseminated. I stood still patiently and quietly as I felt rope after rope of ***** being released deep inside me… mmmmmmm I love that feeling so much. I was in heaven, I pleased him and that is what was important to me (ok…and it felt amazing to me too in the process.)
It didn't matter to me that he thought I was a *****... I wanted him to let him **** me because I knew he wanted me. AND…I usually get what I want when it comes to sex, one way or the other! I really do I love it when men want me, I mean REALLY want me. When that happens I let them have me. Today, however, the only marking going on would be the *** stain in my panties as the day went on.
When the last stream of his ***** was inside me, he bent at the waist and laid on top of my back catching his breath. I stood still, patiently waiting for him to slide out of me. It reminded me of being “tied” with a dog as he was still deep inside me. I know that feeling well!
He laid there for a few minutes and then I felt him stand up. His soft wet, *** covered **** slipped out of me. I turned around, knelt down on my knees (being careful to keep my legs closed tight to keep his gift of ***** deep inside me), and took his **** in my mouth. I cleaned him off tenderly loving the taste of the combination of his *** and mine.
When I was done, I got a damp paper towel and finished the job completely. Good as new! There was no sign that he had just had one of the strongest, hottest ******* he had had in a long time. His wife would never know!
He opened the door and started to step out of the bathroom. He looked back at me and asked me to come sit beside him when I returned to my seat. Then before walking out, he closed the bathroom door and walked back towards me.
He leaned down and kissed my cheek and told me how much he loved what I just did for him and thanked me. He had the smile of a satisfied man on his face. Then he turned and walked out.
I did sit beside him when I returned to my seat. In conversation he told me that he had never experienced milk directly from a breast before. He continued by saying it was something, and I quote “I wanted to do before I died”. Now he can check that off his bucket list as a fantasy that became a reality and was satisfied!
He mentioned that he had wanted to nurse from his wife when his children were born but she would not even consider it. Poor man… I have a sneaking suspicion however that once he experienced that level of passion and satisfaction, it almost becomes like an addictive drug. That level of excitement isn’t something that is easily forgotten and my guess was that that he would be searching for it again soon. Yes, I gave him my number.
When the train pulled into the station, before he got up to leave, I pulled him down to me and whispered in his ear that I would have done that for free and that he didn’t need to give me the $100. He smiled at me and then whispered in my ear… “I would have paid $1000” … he smiled, kissed my cheek and walked away.
I continued on my journey with the occasional reminder of the gift he left behind. I do love that feeling. I had a lovely weekend with my friends and then flew home. As I was about to board my flight I thought perhaps I might be able to become a member of the mile high club and patted the pump in my purse and boarded the plane.
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