Without thinking, I took my hand from Darren's. That subtle gesture made him appear stricken, and he rushed to say, "It's only a suggestion, Gale. I absolutely understand if you're not interested in doing that."
I didn't tell him no outright. Instead, I racked my brain for another way. "Wouldn't it be easier if I went with you? I could stay at the hotel while you're working."
Darren set his mouth in a grim line. "I wish I could ask you to come along, sweetheart. I'll be probably be working sixteen-hour days at that office, but we'd still be able to manage a morning and evening nursing. The problem is my coworker."
I immediately knew the one he was talking about. When Darren had discussed his job in the past, he'd occasionally mentioned a cutthroat colleague who tried to undermine him at every turn. I was aware they were both being considered for the same promotion. "He's going to be there?" I asked weakly.
"Unfortunately." Darren's jaw tightened even more as he thought of his colleague. "If he were to find out that I'd brought my girlfriend with me on a work assignment, you can be sure he'd run to my boss about it."
I understood that my presence at the hotel would make Darren look unprofessional, and he was at a critical point in his career. While I pondered all this, he grew unnerved by my silence. "It was a stupid idea," he said. "Forget I even brought it up. I'm sure it will be perfectly fine for you to pump for two weeks—"
"Who did you have in mind?" I asked. "For me to nurse?"
Darren's reluctance to continue the discussion was obvious, yet he must have realized I wouldn't let it drop. "A friend of mine," he finally revealed in a low voice. "His name is Carter, and I met him almost ten years ago, when I started seriously trying to make my erotic lactation fantasy a reality. He's almost fifty now, but back then, he and his wife had been in an ANR for years. She was a bit younger and still able to produce plenty of milk."
"How did you meet him?" I asked, keeping my tone neutral.
"Through an online ANR community. At that time, I was in a long-term relationship, and my girlfriend had agreed to try this with me. Carter and his wife offered us a lot of helpful guidance." Darren reached for my hand again, and I allowed him to take it. "Even though my relationship didn't work out, I'll always be grateful to Carter for all that I learned."
"And his wife won't mind if he comes here to nurse?"
Sorrow darkened Darren's eyes as he spoke. "She died in a car accident last year. He's still deeply grieving her loss, and I worry that he's isolating himself, but I think this might give him some comfort."
I had no idea how to respond, for I felt I was being pulled in several directions at once. Darren patiently waited for me to process the information about his friend, and to further consider my options. "And you trust him?" I asked.
"Wholeheartedly," Darren said. "He's the only person I would trust to do this, Gale. I actually called him weeks ago to share the news that I'd met an amazing woman, and that you had begun lactating. He was thrilled for us both."
"And he's on board with your idea?" My pulse fluttered nervously beneath my skin; everything seemed to be moving so fast.
Darren must have sensed my anxiety, for he drew me into his arms. "I haven't discussed it with him yet. I wanted to talk to you about it first." After planting a kiss on my forehead, he whispered, "No pressure, okay? How about I invite him to dinner at my place tomorrow night, and we'll see how you feel after meeting him. He lives about an hour away, so it won't be a problem for him to make the drive."
"But if we decide to do this, how will he be able to stay here for two weeks? What about his job?"
"He does freelance work for the most part now, so he sets his own schedule," Darren explained. "I know this is short notice for everyone, but if he's interested in helping us out, I think he can swing it."
Another long moment of silence passed between me and Darren before I nodded. "I'm fine with meeting Carter, but if I don't feel comfortable nursing him, you won't be disappointed?"
Darren cupped my face in his hands. "Never, Gale. You have no idea how grateful I am that you're willing to even consider it."
When he drew me onto his lap, I readily lifted my shirt to expose my bare breasts. With his usual relish, he began nursing, and I moaned from the intense satisfaction of my milk letting down. Closing my eyes, I tried to imagine another man at my breast. Of course, that man wouldn't be touching me sexually, but I knew I would most likely form an emotional bond with him. How could I not, when we were sharing something so intimate?
Darren slipped a hand between my thighs, encouraging me to push all troubled thoughts from my mind. Soon, he had me so excited that I was working my pussy against his fingers for more stimulation. Briefly, he lifted his head and flashed a grin. "You want more than those fingers, don't you, baby?"
"Yes!" I shamelessly admitted.
He raised an eyebrow, his fingers still teasing. "You know my cock is all yours."
That was all the invitation I needed to hop off his lap so I could strip naked. By the time I was finished, Darren had taken out his hard cock, but he restrained his lust long enough to say, "We need a condom."
Though I knew it was reckless, I shook my head. "Just don't come inside me."
He offered no argument as I straddled him again. I was so aroused, so wet, that I effortlessly lowered myself onto his dick.
"Ah, sweetheart!" Darren's expression was almost pained, yet his stare was full of heat. "That tight pussy feels incredible around my cock!"
I grinned at the lustful response I'd provoked from him. Following a sensual, instinctual rhythm, I rode his cock while he suckled at my right breast, and then my left. A thin stream of milk escaped his lips, prompting him to latch on even more fiercely. The way he pleasured my tits as well as my pussy filled me with unadulterated bliss.
As I had many times before, I surrendered to a climax so intense that it made me shudder. It felt like my contractions around his dick were in perfect sync with the hungry suckling of his mouth.
Still inundated by the waves of my first orgasm, I rode Darren harder and faster, for I was greedy to come yet again. He managed to keep my tit in his mouth even as his groans grew more desperate.
Only when I succumbed to another bout of spasms did he allow my nipple to escape his lips. "Gale, I'm close!" he warned.
As milk still leaked from my breasts, I eased off of Darren and knelt on the couch at his side. The moment I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around his cock, he drew in a sharp breath. I tasted and smelled my juices on his skin. With utter abandon, I bobbed my head up and down, almost gagging on his length. Now it was my suckling, and my stroking, which drove him toward a blissful release.
"Gonna come!" His final warning, issued in a strained voice, made me double down on my efforts. Seconds later, I was rewarded by a blast of hot cum in my mouth. It was followed by several more, and while I worked to swallow it all, Darren moaned as if the world's weight had suddenly been lifted from his shoulders.
I loved the feel of his dick pulsing between my lips. Even after I'd gulped down his seed, with only a small amount escaping my mouth, I paused just long enough to take a couple of deep breaths. Then, I began gently sucking his ultra-sensitive tip. Darren let out a whimper but didn't try to dissuade me. Instead, he asked in a guttural voice, "Still hungry?"
I responded by sucking his cockhead hard enough to hollow my cheeks. Though Darren cried out from that exquisite stimulation, he let me gather up the last few drops of semen that my greedy mouth managed to coax forth. I truly had drained him dry!
Our lovemaking put us both at ease, and we subsequently settled into our usual routine. Not long after dinner, Darren nursed again, and when we went to bed several hours later, he suckled at my tit until drifting off to sleep. Twice during the night, he woke to seek out my nipple. It took major commitment from both of us to ensure that my milk production didn't decrease, yet I cherished all the time he spent at my breast. Not once did I consider denying him.
The following day, I kept myself busy cleaning my apartment and, of course, with pumping. My constant activity was a way to distract myself from thinking too much about the dinner Darren had planned. Later that afternoon, I showered, then tried to decide on an outfit to wear. The dress I ultimately chose was modest, revealing no cleavage at all. The last thing I wanted to do was give Carter the wrong idea.
Standing before the mirror, I noticed that my bra looked and felt constricting. Over the past several weeks, I'd gotten used to not wearing one, and I now found the undergarment more uncomfortable than ever. Making matters worse was the fact that my breasts were larger from nursing. My cups were literally overflowing! Even my prim dress couldn't hide the prominent curves of my tits.
Once I'd styled my hair, opting for a casual updo, I applied some light makeup. My nervousness returned when I left the apartment at seven and headed down to Darren's. By this point, neither of us bothered knocking, and after taking a deep, calming breath, I opened his front door and let myself into the living room.
Upon hearing me enter, Darren emerged from the kitchen, followed by a nicely dressed man with a kind smile. "Gale, you look beautiful!" Darren said. He drew me into his arms for a kiss, then introduced me to Carter.
Carter's hand was warm clasping mine. "It's so nice to meet you, Gale," he told me in a voice I immediately found soothing.
"I'm delighted to meet you!" Gazing into his eyes, I discovered they were a lovely blue, darker than my own, but his smile didn't manage to reach them. His hair, mostly gray, was thinning slightly. Even if Darren hadn't told me about Carter's loss, I was sure I would have been able to sense his grief.