"Thank you for tonight Angie it was really good, can I see you again?"
"Of course you can, you have my number."
"Thanks again." We kissed a final time and I stepped out into the corridor then out into cool night air feeling like a million dollars.
The only thing I remember about the drive home was the raging erection in my pants as I thought about the fantastic Angie and the way I'd filled my belly from her boobs.
I hadn't expected my erection to fade after the initial experience of her gorgeous black naked body but the reality of adult breastfeeding was way, way different to the fantasy I had in my head, I was expecting it to be the biggest turn-on possible but the feeling changed to one of overpowering emotional comfort. I felt safe, overprotected and secure to the point of being wrapped up in cotton wool. It was luvvverrrly.
Funnily all of that thought had now changed back into the fantasy and remembering Angie, and her nakedness, and her firm round breasts, and those dark black chunky nipples,
oh... and that contrasting white milk,
and the sensation of it spraying inside my mouth,
and the feeling of my tummy filling, and the peace,
oh the peace...
on top of all of that I still had that unique taste on my palette.
So I was on my way home with a solid willy in my pants and so turned on I could feel the pre-cum soaking into my clothes. The seven mile trip home came to an end when my car reached the end of the drive by the garage door and I sat there in the last deep thought before I opened the door to let the cool night air invade my senses again.
I shivered and left the car, as I stood I felt yet more pre-cum leave my less restricted willy, in truth it felt like it was flowing like I was pissing in my pants and by the time I'd got indoors there was a big wet patch showing on the front of my trousers.
It was late and I went to the bathroom. I had never known anything like the mess in my pants, there was so much that I could grip the pre-cum with my fingers and lift long strings of the clear sticky liquid. It became the very first time I wanked with any form of lube, well I say wanked but I actually managed to count the number of strokes before my willy erupted it's biggest ever load into the sink. Eight, that's right eight strokes of my massive erection covered with clear slime and now blobs of it mixed with my spunk lay in the sink.
After the spasm's finished I opened the tap to rinse the mess away then rinsed my willy to clear the slippery goo then straight to bed. I refused to wash my face or clean my teeth in fear of washing away the last remaining evidence of a truly amazing evenings experience. I think I started snoring before my head hit my pillow.
The dream was wuuunderrrrrfuuuuulll as I recounted every single detail of that visit in perfect time order including the point where I counted the strokes above the bathroom sink and came. At that point I awoke and found my hand holding another very respectable amount of sticky mess.
I wanked on, and dreamt about, that visit for several weeks and I must have looked up her profile at least every day, I assumed I'd return one day for another treat and the inevitable happened when I saw her phone number in my recent call log while looking for another. I simply pressed green. The moment the ring tone started I got very nervous and shaky, with each ring my mouth got drier and the tension in my chest heightened until I started finding it difficult to breath. Then relief as I heard her soothing voice: "I'm sorry, I can't take your call righ..." I pressed red and started breathing again.
"Water, I need water." My phone rang as I was drawing a glassfull, I managed one mouthful before answering.
"Hello Terry speaking." Then took another mouthfull.
"Hello Terry. Actually it was your brother Tommy I was expecting to speak with."
The water sprayed forth, "Oh Angie hello I err..."
"Forgot your name?" she laughed.
"Oh I err set-up..."
"A different name for your profile?" she continued for me "So what do you wish me to call you, Terry or Tommy?"
"Terry is good, thanks for err... under..."
"Standing."
"Yes, I..."
"It's fine Babe most men do it."
I let out a big breath, and then nervously blurted out: "Can I see you again?"
"Yes I'd love that, but not tonight,"
My heart sank.
"I'm on my way out to see my mum. How about tomorrow night?"
"I'd love to, what time?"
"How about eight, that way it won't matter much when you fall asleep."
"Fall asl... Oh yes I did, didn't I. Eight is good for me."
"See you then."
I didn't want to hang up, in fact I wanted to dash round there and give her a big cuddle but instead I replied "Bye bye." With a croak in my voice.
