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Sam and Keiko dropped their towels in a basket next to the door on their way into the house, and then made their way to the kitchen. The room was bright and spacious, done in hard woods and light-grey granite. Large windows looked out into the back with the glimmer of the pacific in the distance. Bar seating lined half of the counter under the windows, and Keiko pointed to a stool.
"Grab a fresh towel and have a seat." She gestured to a wooden rack stacked with them. "Nudist etiquette," she explained with a smile. "Just take your towel with you to sit on, or grab a new one when you need to." She was unwinding tubes from some sort of machine.
Sam sat and watched for a minute then asked "Is that the pump?" The device was roughly the size and shape of a large toaster. Keiko attached the tubes to bottles with cone shaped devices on top.
"Yep," she said, "My little friend." She got all the parts assembled, then reached for a small jar on the counter, opened it, and dipped two fingers inside.
"What's that?"
"Coconut oil," she said as she began to apply it to the tip of one breast. Sam felt a stir of desire as the other woman lubricated her nipples and aureoles with the fragrant substance. "It helps the cones to form a good seal and keeps the skin soft."
Keiko held one cone with its attached bottle to her left breast and turned on the machine. A slow, soft, rhythmic humming sound accompanied corresponding tugs on the thick, dark nipple. Keiko adjusted a setting, and the machine sped up a little, then she picked up the second cone and held it to her other breast. Only a few drops came out at first, then larger squirts. The machine sped up again, this time on its own, presumably at a pre-programmed time, and milk dribbled into the bottles at a steady pace. Sam watched in fascination as the nipples distended again and again, releasing a white stream every time.
"How much comes out?"
"I can usually get six ounces at a time. Once I did over eight. It's been harder lately without Arden around. My production has slipped a little."
Sam couldn't quite make sense of that. "What difference does it make if Arden is around?"
"The pump does a good job of emptying me out, but somehow my body knows the difference between the machine and a real mouth. I always produce more if I have someone get it from the source at least once a day. Angela or Rich will do it most days, but they get busy. I could always count on Arden."
"Oh," was all Sam could think to say. She could feel herself getting moist at the thought of Arden sucking on those breasts every day, and imaged herself doing the same.
Keiko seemed to read her mind. "Now that you're here, maybe you could do it for me sometimes." There was uncertainty in her voice. "If you think you'd like that," she added.
Sam's mouth felt dry, but she nodded. "I think I might like that." The pump droned on and the bottles steadily filled with milk. The sexual tension in the room had risen several notches, and Sam struggled to find something to say. "How long does it take you to finish?" She finally asked.
"About fifteen minutes, sometimes closer to twenty, depending on how my supply is that day." As they talked, Keiko held the cones to her breasts, one in each hand, and Sam realized that the other woman really couldn't do anything else until she was finished.
"And how often do you have to do it?"
"Every three hours during the day, plus once at midnight. Seven times total."
Sam's brows rose. "That is a heck of a time commitment. That's what? Like, an hour and a half every day?"
"More like two when you figure in set-up and clean-up. But it is part of my work and I love it." Keiko's confidence returned as she talked about a subject she obviously felt strongly about. "There's a Japanese word, kaizen, it means 'continual improvement.' It's the idea of constantly trying to do better, every day in small but consistent ways." Sam noticed her sit up straighter as she talked. "Every day I work to improve my cooking, to learn more about the art of cuisine. I'm also always trying to improve the quality and quantity of my milk."
"The quality?"
"Yes. Not all breast milk is the same. Mine is sweet, right? And slightly earthy?" Sam nodded. "But it could also be bitter, sour, even soapy tasting. It could be thick and rich, or thin and watery. The flavor is strongly influenced by a woman's diet, her health, and her personal genetics. I was lucky with the genetics, but the rest I work on every day."
Sam was taken aback by the other woman's dedication to something that she had been thinking of as a kink. Though, really, everything had happened so suddenly that she hadn't had a chance to conceptualize it fully yet. She realized that, for Keiko at least, this wasn't just a fetish. It was a lifestyle that she was seriously committed to.
The machine droned on for a few more minutes while Sam watched in thoughtful silence. Finally, Keiko leaned forward, and in an obviously practiced move, held both bottles to her chest while turning off the machine. Still leaning forward, she broke the seal on one of the cones and gently shook the last drops into the funnel. She then repeated the procedure on the other side. She held up one nearly full bottle and then the other, and smiled brightly. "Seven ounces. Not bad."
Keiko disconnected the tubes and carefully removed the tops from the bottles. She replaced them with simple caps and placed the bottles in the refrigerator. Sam noticed that there was already a stoppered glass pitcher in the fridge that was about a third of the way filled with milk. "Making the ice cream wiped out most of my reserve, I think we'll do Thai tea at lunch." She closed the door and walked back to Sam. "Thanks for keeping me company while I pumped."
"Sure, it was..." Weird, hot, fascinating? "Really cool."
Keiko studied her face. Standing, Sam was a good four or five inches taller than the other woman, but seated on her stool, they looked eye to eye. The young Asian woman seemed to come to a decision and before Sam knew what was happening, she leaned forward and gave Sam a long, smoldering kiss. Sam was too shocked to respond at first but soon returned it with enthusiasm. She'd kissed a girl before, but this was different. She wasn't drunk, and this wasn't her safe, familiar best friend. This whole situation, this whole day, was so far from safe and familiar, she would need a map and compass to find it again. Yet as the dark-haired beauty tangled her fingers in Sam's red mane, Sam couldn't imagine wanting to get back to familiar territory. She was having too much fun. When Keiko finally straightened, Sam was breathless. She wanted more.
Keiko took a half-step back and let out a long breath. "I've wanted to do that all week."
"I'm glad you finally did," Sam said, and found that she really meant it.
"You liked it?"
