Last month I had a business trip to Manchester which required me to stay overnight. I dealt with my clients, finished the day's work and checked into the hotel. I went into the lounge and ordered a coffee, and a sandwich, as I had skipped lunch. The lounge was fairly empty, and I started to read one of the newspapers the hotel provided.
I finished the sandwich and was pouring myself another coffee, when a woman came into the lounge, cradling an infant in her arms. She was tall, dark-haired and had a figure that immediately appealed to me. She had a full bust - I guessed a generous A-cup, narrow waist and curvy hips. Her hair was shoulder length and wavy, and her face was quite striking - imagine Julia Roberts, but with a smaller mouth.
She looked in my direction as she sat down at a table close to me and saw me looking. I nodded my head and smiled, and she smiled back.
"Good afternoon," she said.
I returned her greeting and continued to pour my coffee. The woman ordered a coffee and a slice of cake from the waiter. I pretended to be engrossed in my newspaper, but could not resist taking peeks in her direction. Her coffee and cake arrived, and for some minutes everything was peaceful.
Then the baby woke up and started to cry. She shushed the child for a while but it kept crying. The woman unbuttoned her blouse with one hand. My interest rocketed! She undid more buttons and pulled the blouse aside. She wore a white nursing bra underneath, and she undid the flap over her right breast and pulled it down.
Oh, dear. She possessed the most spectacular nipple I have ever seen, apart from a few I have seen in porn. I am obsessed with what are termed 'puffy nipples', where the areolae are swollen and protrude from the main hemispheres of the breasts. If any readers are unsure what I mean, google "porn model puffy nipples" and select 'images' - you will see a fine selection.
This woman was spectacular. Her breast was very white and the areola was a deep pink, bordering on a pale brown colour, extremely puffy, and tipped with an exceedingly large nipple. This was unusual - many puffy nipples have lovely swollen areolae, but the nipple can be tiny, barely raised above the surface.
Not this lady. Her nipple was long and thick - it looked bigger than the last joint of my thumb. I suspect my jaw dropped - I was mesmerised.
She offered the baby her nipple and it latched on. That stopped the crying. The woman looked up and saw me watching before I could look away.
"He's hungry, " she said, "you don't mind if I..."
She pointed at her breast.
"Not at all," I said, being most polite. I would have liked to say "Fuck me. No! You carry on as much as you like!"
The baby-sucking was not at all erotic, and I stopped watching. The woman took a paperback out of her bag and started reading. Everything was peaceful.
A little later I looked across at the woman. The baby had had enough and was no longer sucking and had gone to sleep. Strangely, she did not appear to notice and continued reading, and she had not closed up her bra and blouse. Her tit was out in the open, giving me a splendid view.
As I watched, little droplets of milk seeped from the nipple and dripped down onto her blouse. A wet patch was slowly growing. I gazed at the sight, and my cock, which up till now, had been semi-erect, began steadily increasing in hardness, until it tented the front of my trousers in a full-blown erection. I put my hand on it and was trying to wrestle it into a less conspicuous position, when she looked up.
Damn! She caught me with my hand on my cock, and I expected her to shriek and call for security. But she didn't. She gave me a wry smile as if to say, "Naughty boy, I see what you are doing!"
She looked down at her tit and the wet patch.
"Shit!" she muttered, and closed the flap, and did up her blouse.
I decided I had to speak.
"I am sorry for looking," I said, "but I noticed you were... that your blouse was getting wet. I was trying to summon up the courage to tell you."
"Don't apologise," she said, "I got carried away with my book. Thank you."
I am not sure why she thanked me. Thank you for ogling my tit? Thank you for getting a hard-on? Thank you for attempting to alert me? Who knows, but the ice was broken, and soon we were chatting quite freely. She said her name was Linda - I told her I was William, or Will.
My cock had not quite returned to normal but at least the erection was not obvious. We talked about why we were at the hotel; for me, it was due to work, and Linda was catching a plane the next morning.
I decided to be a bit bold, and suggested that we might meet that evening in the hotel restaurant and have dinner together - and Linda agreed. I went to my room and showered, watched a bit of news and when the time came, went to the dining room. Linda was already there, and I joined her at her table. There was no sign of the baby, and Linda told me that the hotel ran a crèche, and the baby was being cared for there.
The food was nothing special, but Linda and I got on well. She wore a black dress, that was very low cut, and I had a good view of her cleavage throughout the dinner. My cock thoroughly approved and adopted a permanent three-quarter erection. I am divorced and I had not had sex in ages, so Linda's milky white cleavage was very... inspiring.
We ordered coffee after the meal, and as we drank it and talked, Linda suddenly put a hand to her right breast.
"Damn!" she said, "I'm leaking. I will have to go soon and attend to it."
My heart thumped in my chest. Did I have the courage to say what I wanted to say?
"Linda," I said, "I have to tell you, a nursing woman is probably my ultimate fantasy."
I steeled myself for a slap in the face, or the remains of her coffee over me.
