Lactation Phone Sex – Drive-In Movie Turns Dirty – Part 1

We went to the drive-in, like teenagers from another generation. The movie was terrible, the sound cutting out on the radio every few minutes. You gave me a long hungry look, jerking your chin toward the back seat when I finally met your eyes. We abandoned the popcorn and got in the back. They could see, and that was ok. Because there is nothing hotter than lactation phone sex. 

We kissed for a while, giggling over the circumstances of it all, teased each other about the last time we’d made out in the back of a car. I was wearing a nursing top, but only because it looked good. I didn’t have other ideas about tonight. But you reached between the two layers and then tugged the bottom one down. I could feel the elastic under my breast, my nipple suddenly poking through the outer layer. I shook my head. Come on. What if someone sees?

Then, I felt your hand tighten on the back of my neck, your fingers sliding up into my hair. Felt the air between us shift. Felt myself start to slip a little.

That’s the point. You said. Let them look. Let them be jealous of me and my little milk cow.

You stroked a thumb along my nipple to make your point, then slipped your head under my shirt.

I gasp as your finger slips into my pussy. I think about what would happen if someone saw – my dress rucked up around my hips, your finger inside me, your mouth on my breast, milk dripping from my other nipple, staining my shirt. But I can’t think about that now. You need me. So, I shift my hips, angling. You’ll settle more once you’ve come. Once the tension is gone and then you can just relax into it. You don’t need to worry about a thing. I’m plenty wet and you know it. Ready for you when you need me.

Two fingers. I arch as I feel the stretch, my chest heaving as I take you in. You curl your fingers inside me, insistent, hungry. I want. “Baby,” I whisper. “Can I touch?”

You shake your head against my breast, bringing your thumb to my clit. Just holding it there. Not rubbing, not stroking, just letting the pressure build while I lift my hips and try to get more friction. You do your best to pin me down, then, sucking hard, a bite. I get the message. Mine is not to seek. Just to take what I’m given.

“Please?” I whimper. “I’ll make you feel so good. You can keep feeding. Just sit up and let me ride you.”

Stay tuned for part 2 of my lactation phone sex story.  If you can’t wait for the end and want to hear this story in my sexy voice, then you should purchase my audio blog.

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Kissy Kissy,

Love Chrissy

 
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