Angie fretted about returning to work after giving birth, but her boss welcomed her with open arms. He’d even set up a room for her to pump. His obvious interest in her milk-swollen breasts made her stomach flutter.
When he accidentally walked in on her pumping her breasts, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. She thought he looked thirsty. Could she talk him into taking a sip?
Warning: This erotic short story contains explicit sex between consenting adults. The plot involves adult breastfeeding (lactation). All sexually active characters are over the age of eighteen.
It was comfortable. She unbuttoned her blouse and dug out her pump. She efficiently opened her maternity flap and swapped the absorbent pad for the pump. It pulled tight when she turned it on and the small glass started filling with white fluid. She closed her eyes and leaned back to relax.
“Angie, did you finish the…”
Her eyes flew open and there was Boyd, standing in the door with his mouth open. They stared at one another for what seemed like eternity. She thought he would bolt, but the sight of her seemed to have robbed him of movement. He had his eyes locked on her breasts, and on the milk that continued to fill the bottle.
He finally shook himself. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize… I should go.”
“Wait.” She hadn’t realized she was going to speak, but her mouth apparently had a mind of its own. Just like her body. “Just close the door and stay in here with me.”
She knew she shouldn’t be doing this, but she didn’t want this moment to end. He’d never allow himself to put a move on her, but now the situation was right for her to see if she could satisfy some of the tension that was building back up inside her.
“I don’t know if that’s the—”
“Just close the door, Boyd,” she said firmly.
He stepped inside and closed the door. “Look, Angie, this is kind of—”
“Has anyone ever told you that you over think things? Well, now they have. This is okay.”
Boyd smiled a little. “It feels like I’ve stepped over a line. I can see your nipple.”
“Shouldn’t it be me objecting, if I felt like it? Well, I don’t. In fact, I think it’s a good time to talk about this teasing between us.”
“I’m not sure what you want me to say.”
“I’d like you to tell me that you like what you see. I already know you do, but I want to finally hear the words.”
He reddened. “Look, of course I like how you look. You’re beautiful. However, I’m your boss. We shouldn’t be—”
“You know Carl in accounting is dating his secretary. I know you know because I transcribed the call where you green lit them and set the company ground rules. That means the same thing is possible between us. You don’t think I see how you go through pretty young things? I think you need more in a relationship and I’d like to have a chance to see if we work out.”
Boyd licked his lips. “This is a really strange conversation to be having while you’re partly naked. What if it doesn’t work out? Our work relationship might never recover.”
“There you go over thinking things again, Boyd. You always deny yourself a shot at happiness just in case it might not work out. I see how interested you are about the milk in my breast pump. Would you like to try some?”