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ANR story. Ian gently lifted my left breast, slightly squeezing it as he did so. A rivulet of milk dripped down the pinkest nipple and onto his hand. A wave of heat shot through my belly as he licked it off. He looked up at me, and I noticed his beautiful blue/green eyes which were shining with passion. He looked so serious as he placed a gentle kiss on my lips. His lips were so warm, and he whispered, his mouth still pressed lightly against mine, "I hope you know I could never hurt you. You do know it, don't you?" I nodded. "I'm so grateful to you for trusting me...for letting me do this...you may be assured, I will be gentle as a lamb, my love." My arms were around his neck, and my hands in his beautiful thick, sandy-blonde hair, urging him closer to me. I looked down at his lips, which were wrapped around my nipple and sucking gently. Ian was clean-shaven, but a persistent shadow of stubble usually graced the bottom half of his chiseled face, and I could feel it rubbing the soft skin of my breast as he sucked. I could see his throat move as he swallowed. I could feel his breath on my skin, and the gentle suckling drove me wild and made me as wet as I had ever been. I felt his hardness pressed against me, only 3 layers of fabric separating us. I tilted my head back and sighed. I saw blue sky above me; the leaves on the maple trees had turned gold, orange and red. I smelled someone's fireplace burning. He alternately sucked and licked each breast, then finally, both of them together. This made the milk flow faster, and some of it ran down his chin. I could feel the gentle tugging, the liquid being drawn through my nipples, and the sexual thrill was mingled with relief, as he emptied my formerly engorged breasts. It turned me on to see how he enjoyed what he was doing, and I couldn't have asked a man to be more gentle or skilled. I could have happily remained there for hours, days even, with my nipples in his mouth. I never wanted to remove them. I don't know how long we were there like this, before he reached between us and I felt the tip of his finger rubbing so incredibly gently between my legs....in exactly the right place. I didn't have to tell him where....didn't have to explain or guide him. He just knew. I threw my head back, moaning and sighing. I was in heaven. One of my nipples was in his mouth, his tongue moving back and forth over it, and his finger tickling my mons Venus. I don't know why I thought of it at this moment, but I suddenly remembered that guy with his Lab was watching all of this. He saw this very intimate act, saw everything that Ian did to me, and saw how I reacted. I wondered what he must have been thinking. I felt myself blushing, but I did not want this to stop. This man knew exactly what I wanted and how I wanted it. He was magic. He knew I didn't want him to insert his finger, only to gently tickle my special place, and only that place. He knew not to stop suckling me while he did this. It was as if he knew me and all of my sexual fantasies without any communication from me. I privately wondered what it would be like if he decided to replace his finger with his tongue. But that would not happen today, not here. I tousled his hair while my arms encircled his head, my hips gyrating. Finally he let go my nipple, and I kissed him deeply. God Almighty, could that man kiss. He kissed me senseless. His lips were still warm, and now tasted faintly of my milk. He kissed my neck, my belly, and then returned his attention to my breasts. I'd promised myself this encounter would not end in<b> intercourse. </font></b>I wanted to wait until we got to know each other better. At this point, I was sorely tempted to break my promise to myself. I knew, if I kept this up, I'd only become hopelessly aroused, but never satiated, and I knew poor Ian was frustrated by the rock-hard bulge poking me in the thigh. So, I decided to give him something special. I shifted my weight, so I could reach down and fondle his hardness. I heard him inhale sharply. I unzipped his pants and began fondling and stroking his naked penis, which by this time, was very large, very hard and almost throbbing. It was a pity I had to waste it by not inviting him to penetrate me, but I could, at least, give him some relief by finishing him off with my very talented right hand, I reasoned. It didn't take long for Ian to succumb to my skillful ministrations. The poor man was already so excited by all that had happened between us, that in no time he exploded into a very hard, very satisfying climax. I watched as the musculature of his neck flexed, his jaw clenched, and he grunted and growled through these final spasms of pleasure. I smiled at him, and it made him self-conscious. "Are you laughing at me, minx?" "You have a milk mustache", I informed him, gesturing to my own lips. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand; his breathing was still rather labored. He took my face in his hands and kissed me gently on the lips, then the cheek. He smelled and felt so good. "Where did you learn to do that, you naughty....(kissing my neck).....lusty....(kissing my face)....vixen? I kissed his lips before answering, "I'll take the 5th on that one, Mr. Kensington." He looked at me quizzically. "The 5th.....Amendment", I said. "Oh, isn't that the bit about self-incrimination and such?" "It is", said I. "You should read it; it's good stuff." I stood and allowed Ian to put his clothing to rights, as I did my own. He then took my hand in his and placed a kiss on my knuckles. "You know, that chivalry business really turns me on. I've never met a man who does that. I fear it is a lost art, but you seem to have revived it. It can be very disarming." He smiled. "That's the idea, kitten." Then he looked serious. "I want to see you again. When may I see you? You must come to my home." |
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