Christian's solitary goal for dating Emily Lane was to get her into bed. Sure, she was sexy, intelligent and even funny but he just wasn't looking for anything serious. This was his second date with the redheaded Miss Lane, and he sensed he wouldn't get into her pants on this night. She had barely let him kiss her on their last date. Tonight she would let him kiss her, and maybe even fondle her a little. The next date, she would spread her legs he assured himself. After all, his friends had told him he should try dating single moms.
"They are eager to please." Manny had said.
"Yeah, they are needy or something, so they are up for anything." Logan had added.
Christian's friends had led him astray before, but he wanted pussy so this seemed like something he should give a try. Mostly he had been dating ball busting bitches, so maybe a motherly touch might just be what the doctor ordered. Her tits were huge, and he couldn't seem to stop thinking about sucking on them. He knew it must have been a trick of lighting or the colour she was wearing, but her tits even looked bigger on this date than they had on the last date. Christian felt his cock stir a little in his pants.
"So, tell me more about your work?" Christian heard Emily ask.
"Not much to tell. I wine and dine clients. Kiss their ass and hope to sign them on as clients for our ad firm. I am currently tugging a car company along by their dicks. They are on the verge of signing." When Christian stopped speaking he noticed the pursed lips of his date. She looked as if she had sucked on a lemon. What did he say that was so wrong? He ran it back through his mind and realized that his language would have been ok with his friends, but probably wasn't ok with his date.
"Sorry about that. Why don't you tell me about your work? You were so vague last time."
"I am sorry about that. I just don't feel comfortable talking about my work. It's a bit unusual." She said, while sipping from her glass of water.
"Would you like a glass of wine instead of that water?" Christian asked, hoping the wine might loosen her up a little. When she shook her head negatively he didn't push her. "So, what is so unusual about being a nurse?" He smiled at her encouragingly. Maybe she would open up with some goodhearted prompting. He would be buried between her legs soon enough – wine or no wine!
"So you promise not to make an obviously shocked reaction when I tell you?" She asked.
"Trust me, Emily, nothing you could tell me you do within the nursing profession could surprise me. Unless you lied and have a totally different profession?" He smiled encouragingly again and placed his hand over hers.
"No, I am a nurse. I work for a private family and provide night care for their newborn twins."
"I have one question." He chuckled softly and she smiled. "What is so different about that?"
"Well...I am a little more than a nurse. I am a wet nurse. Do you know what that is?" She asked.
Christian felt dumb struck. Sure, he knew what a wet nurse was, but he didn't realize that they still existed. He also didn't understand how she could be a wet nurse when she had told him on their last date that her daughter was already five and in Kindergarten.
"You promised not to look shocked!" She chastised.
"I'm sorry. I just don't understand." The waiter interrupted them then. He took their order, and then moved along. Neither of them spoke until he left.
"What are you confused about? I care for and breast feed their newborn twins. They are a very wealthy couple and can afford to have a private nurse do the care that is less appealing to them. They like to sleep at night." Emily batted her big green eyes at Christian. She was clearly playing dumb. She knew what confused him, but she wanted to force him to ask. He wasn't shy, and he would surely ask.
"How can you still breast feed when your own child is already five? Why is your body still producing milk, and enough for not just one baby, but two?" Christian felt a little weird about this revelation. It didn't bother him that she had been married before. It didn't bother him that she had been pregnant before, and had a baby pass through her cunt. But it did bother him a little that apparently her breasts still held milk, and she still fed babies from them. This made his feel funny about curvetting her cunt to shove his cock into. She seemed even more motherly, and her tits seemed more like a method of nourishment than bouncy playthings. He suddenly felt a bit dirty.
"Well, the truth is that I have always had milk in my breasts since I hit puberty, but it only came out with a lot of nipple stimulation." The waiter came to top up their glasses, his with wine and hers with ice water. If he had heard the Emily's last sentence he did not let on. When he walked off again, Emily continued. "I'll try to keep this short, but it all started four years ago. Around the time that my daughter turned one and my husband and I split up. I was at a "baby and me play centre" when another mom came up to me to gently let me know that my breasts had leaked and I had big wet spots on my shirt. I was so embarrassed at first, but then she followed me to the washroom so she could hold Gracie, while I tried to get myself cleaned up." Emily paused to take a sip of her water.
"The other woman suddenly broke down crying. She told me how her surrogate mother was due to give birth within the next week, and she wished she could produce milk to feed her newborn. She explained to me that she felt like a failure, because not only could she not have her own baby, but she couldn't feed a baby from her body. She felt like less of a woman and less of a mother. I felt bad telling her that I was actually trying to get my milk to dry up. That is when she proposed the idea of being a wet nurse for her." Emily became quite again as the waiter brought their meals to the table, and didn't start to talk again until the waiter was out of earshot.
"Of course I thought about it for a few days, and she called me every day so and finally I decided to do it. The obscene amount of money they were willing to pay me also helped. So, I left my full time job as a registered nurse and went to work for this woman and her husband. I fed their daughter all night and pumped breast milk to nourish the child during the day. When their daughter became old enough to wean, they suggested to a friend of theirs that they should hire me to do the same for them. Ever since then I have been passed from one family to another. I feed the infants until they are sleeping through the night and are ready to be weaned, and then I move to the next family. My breasts have maintained a heavy amount of milk the whole time." She finished her story and sat silently. She clearly thought the date was over, but oddly enough, Christian felt his cock stirring again. Something about the idea of her big tits leaking milk made his feel a little hot under the collar.
"Well, that is interesting." He said somewhat stupidly.
"I know...I made you feel awkward, right? See, that is the problem with my profession. It makes people feel weird, especially men." She took a dainty bite of her salmon. He took a manly sized bite of his steak. They chewed in silence. The dinner conversation lilted considerable after that.
After dinner they stepped outside into the cool night air. Emily pulled her fancy wrap around her body. Her breasts were engorged and felt a little sore. She would have to pump tonight, as this was her one night off. No matter how often she pumped she was always seemed to have a full supply, and tonight was no different. She would spend at least an hour this evening pumping. It was both a gift and a curse.
