I've always enjoyed having my breasts fondled, licked, kissed and suckled and was curious about Adult Breastfeeding. Without a current boyfriend, I liked the idea of having someone share my breasts on a regular basis. So I found a website where I was able to contact a local "interested party" and after a little discussion, we agreed that I would come to his home and offer my breasts to him.
I was excited. I wore a soft, lightweight white blouse with no bra. I drove to his place and was greeted by an attractive older man with a friendly smile. My breasts are large (48DD) and tan (I enjoy nude sunbathing) with large aereolas. Typically, my nipples are light pink, soft and large, but at that moment, were contracted with very pointy nipples, in anticipation of being touched and tongue swaddled.
As he had a roommate, we went to his private quarters where, at my request, he removed my blouse and kindly complimented me on the size and shape of my "beautiful tits." Privately, I recognized how lovely my wet my pussy felt. Excited with the sensation of him exposing my bare breasts, I invited him to touch me and feel the weight of them.
We'd discussed already, that Adult Breastfeeding was an entirely new experience to me, though he'd had a regular ABF partner in the past. She had moved away and he was looking for a new partner. He explained a little about what to expect, should this experience grow into a "regular thing" and offered some insights as to what regular breastfeeding and milk production entailed, as I'd never had children nor a similar adult experience.
He turned on some music and softened the lighting in the room. We nestled into a couch and he curled up in my lap with a pillow arranging his face directly at my chest. I enjoyed feeling him against my bare skin as he squiggled into a comfortable position and together, we brought my nipple to his open mouth. He licked my aerola and gave a playful gentle bite to my nipple, smiling up at me then he began to suckle. I smiled back with joy and cupped my other breast in my own hand. It felt so nice and looked so lovely to see his mouth moving gently on my breast. I loved feeling the warmth of his wet mouth and the pressure of his tongue on my nipple. The sensation of his mouth pulling my nipple in and the motion of his mouth and now also his hand kneading my breast gave me a very pure sense of happiness inside myself. This felt natural and beautiful. After a whiIe, I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sound of his suckling. While having a man enjoy my breasts is usually a very sexually stimulating thing for me, and I did have some sense of that, as we shared this experience, I found this incredibly serene.
We'd discussed sex when we first discussed what an ABF experience is like and he said that he was not interested in a sexual relationship, just breastfeeding. As I had no milk, that would take some time, he was content to dry suckle me until my milk would come in. I was excited about the idea of eventually having milk to offer him. I liked the idea of seeing it seep from his mouth as it filled it. He told me that there would be times when I would leak and I thought that sounded interesting. He said that my breasts would engorge and be even bigger than my already ample bosom was, and I liked the idea of that. He mentioned that there would be times when I would need to be milked to alleviate any pain from milk engorgement.
I liked the idea that if he were unable to feed from me, that I would need to find another man to "help" alleviate that engorgement and pain.
Our session that day was very, very lovely and we both enjoyed it. Unfortunately, when I learned of the time demands to maintain a regular ABF situation, I recognized that I was not as available as would be needed. He was interested in someone who could meet much more often that could I due to irregular work and travel demands, so we agreed not to pursue this at that time.
When I dressed to leave, I loved seeing how plump and beautiful my nipples looked. They poked wonderfully through my blouse as I pulled it tightly against my chest. I was proud and very satisfied about what we'd just done. My one nipple was still wet from his mouth and it clung ever so deliciously to my blouse, offering a hint of color as well as texture protruding from the soft sheer wetted fabric.
On the way through the house, we ran into his (male) roommate who was not there when I arrived. I suspect that the roommate knew why I was there, which amused and frankly, delighted me. As we were introduced, he smiled, dropped his gaze to my chest and ingratiated me with a glimmer of approval in his eye as he took note of my pokey wet nipple on obvious display through my blouse. As I moved across the room and forward to shake his hand, I felt my untethered engorged breasts swaying freely, and my titties jiggled as I shook his hand. My nipples were on fire, and it felt so good!
Although this first experience did not lead to a regular arrangement, I hope to give it another chance when my schedule becomes less demanding. If we can work out a friendly Dry Suckling arrangement with random yet still somewhat regular timing, I look forward to offering my breasts to another partner, or partners, in the future.
