Carolyn had finally made it to the airport; tired, sore and about to cry, but ready to go. She had thought being a surrogate mother would be a nice way to make money but hadn't bargained for everything that had come with it. She had flown to Phoenix the month before to live with the expectant parents. While they were nice people, and would surely be good parents, they were boring as hell. She had been so horny during her last trimester and had it not been for her discreet pocket-rocket, she might have made a move on the only man to touch her pussy in 9 months: her OB/GYN.
She also hadn't planned for milk-swollen breasts. Since she had never considered the baby hers, she hadn't even thought that her body would plan for keeping it. For two weeks now, her breasts has been leaking thick, sweet-smelling milk. The hospital provided breast pump had been a life saver. Every few hours she attached the machine to her swollen nipples and watched the containers fill. She happily turned over the milk for the baby but now she was going home and the milk would be wasted.
When she arrived at her gate, a very maternal looking woman was at the ticket counter. Figuring that it would be less embarrassing to ask the woman to direct her to private area than leaking all through take-off, she approached the ticket agent.
"Excuse me, I recently had a baby and I need to use my breast pump. Is there somewhere private in this part of the airport I can use?"
The agent looked puzzled, like she was looking for the baby. Carolyn quickly added that she had been a surrogate mother for an infertile couple.
"What an amazing thing to do for someone else! There really isn't a public place where you can be alone but you seem like you deserve some special attention. I know that the pilot's lounge is empty right now. I am sure no one would mind and there is a nice sofa and a television."
The agent escorted Carolyn to the small door just a few feet from her gate. Carolyn thanked her sincerely.
She was relieved to find that the agent was right: she would be alone. As she settled into the sofa, she freed her swollen breasts from her too-tight bra. She latched the pump to her turgid nipple and switched it on. Relief was slow but there was one benefit to this process, her pussy would vibrate right along with the pump.
Figuring she wouldn't be alone again for at least 4 more hours, she took the opportunity to slide her free hand down her pants. As she reached her swollen clit, she began to roll it between her fingers in that familiar pattern. She was getting so hot that slick juices were coating her busy fingers. Her right breast was nearing empty.
Carolyn let out a small moan but suddenly heard a deeper moan. She opened her eyes and saw a man standing across the room, rubbing his cock through the front of his pants. His white shirt had gold pilot's wings and his blue pants were decidedly tented in the front.
"Where did you come from?" she asked, quickly pulling her hand from her pants and trying to shove her exposed breasts back into her brassiere.
