My First Suckler
A few years ago I discovered adult breastfeeding and I couldn't wait until I could find a hungry and willing suckler to suck my nipples. I found someone online - we were in the same online adult breastfeeding group. We chatted for awhile to discuss our shared interest in suckleing/being suckled.
The day we were to met I was very excited. I purchased a special shirt that would enhance my waiting breasts, as well as highlight their jiggles as I walked, because of course I was braless the day we met. We met in a very public place (wanted to be safe) and I was happy when I saw he was rather handsome (although really this wasn't important). Of course when we sat in those initial minutes I wanted to make my breasts as visible as possible, becasue they really wanted to be noticed and were awaiting for their turn. Shortly thereafter we walked to a less populated park, with some picnic tables. I was wearing a jacket and I was then able to pull up my shirt where I could expose my breasts to my willing suckler, where he proceeded to touch and fondle my breasts. I loved to be there in public with my breasts exposed for him to see.
After I exposed my breasts and he had a chance to touch and fondle them, we went to his car for some suckling. This turned out to not be such a good idea, since this was a very public area. We then decided to go to a hotel for some real suckling.
Our favorite nursing position was my suckler and I lying on our sides while he nursed. What I liked the most was how in intuitively massaged the other breast while he suckled to encourage the milk to flow. He loved to suck on my nipples, and did so for quite a long time. I loved to watch his mouth while he was latched onto me, and when he released my nipple I could see how it had taken the shape of his mouth from being stretched and sucked.
He was my "first."
The day we were to met I was very excited. I purchased a special shirt that would enhance my waiting breasts, as well as highlight their jiggles as I walked, because of course I was braless the day we met. We met in a very public place (wanted to be safe) and I was happy when I saw he was rather handsome (although really this wasn't important). Of course when we sat in those initial minutes I wanted to make my breasts as visible as possible, becasue they really wanted to be noticed and were awaiting for their turn. Shortly thereafter we walked to a less populated park, with some picnic tables. I was wearing a jacket and I was then able to pull up my shirt where I could expose my breasts to my willing suckler, where he proceeded to touch and fondle my breasts. I loved to be there in public with my breasts exposed for him to see.
After I exposed my breasts and he had a chance to touch and fondle them, we went to his car for some suckling. This turned out to not be such a good idea, since this was a very public area. We then decided to go to a hotel for some real suckling.
Our favorite nursing position was my suckler and I lying on our sides while he nursed. What I liked the most was how in intuitively massaged the other breast while he suckled to encourage the milk to flow. He loved to suck on my nipples, and did so for quite a long time. I loved to watch his mouth while he was latched onto me, and when he released my nipple I could see how it had taken the shape of his mouth from being stretched and sucked.
He was my "first."
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I laid down beside her, my head near her breasts and reached for her breasts, they were full and soft and the t-shirt fabric was so soft and sensual. She reached up and exposed her breast and gently pressed the back of my head with her hand and lifted that beautiful nipple to my lips. I looked up to see her beautiful face, anticipating her first feeding. She lifted her breast to bring her nipple close to my lips and I opened my mouth as she fed me her nipple. It was erecct and rubbery, but so soft. I loved the bumpy texture of her aerola as I began to suckle her breast.
My hand went to her other breast, it was so soft and sensual as I kneaded it, loving the weight and texture. I sucked hard on her nipple, feeling it grow as I latched onto it like a baby, greedy for the warm sweet milk that only comes from a real nipple.