I slowly and deliberately stroked Emma's breasts. My hands were not gentle but not harsh. I applied enough pressure to get her great heaving tits ready for a milking. While this would not have been unusual for our play, it was different in that we were seated in a park on a picnic table in broad daylight.
Other people in the park drove by without seeing what I was doing. From the roadway they couldn't see her white tank top was soaking through already, that her big nipples were stiff and leaking sweet milk as I played with them. To the world we were just a couple sitting at a picnic table cuddling, little did they know what we were doing or about to do.
Our view was a pristine lakeside. Bushes hid much of the shore and also hid our table from any other viewers except the cars on the road. I stood up and sat on top of the table behind her and turned her on the bench to face the water. As cars drove by on the road, I peeled her soaking shirt from her sweet milky tits, and pulled the tank top down so both breasts were free.
Emma moaned and shivered, the sunlight glistening on her big boobs as they were already coated with her sweet milky nectar. The sound of each passing car made her more and more excited. Even knowing that no one could see exactly what we were doing, the idea that they were driving by so close, we were so close every second to be caught, that was enough to make her pulse race.
My hands worked both great udders at once, hard enough to send the first true geyser of milk spraying into the air. Emma moaned loudly as the release washed over her. Working the creamy white tit flesh hard and those big succulent nipples between my fingers, I sent another blast of milk through the air.
