Original version by Lemaringouin, translated by Pimanko
Chapter 22 Stephanie's Arrival at New Dairy
Claude was in the airport hallway waiting for the arrival of flight 365. He saw Stephanie debark the airplane with a large smile on her lips, pass through immigration formalities and exit the door which led passengers the baggage reception area.
He walked over to her and asked, "Did you have a good trip?"
"Very good, the onboard staff were extremely nice. Madeleine Chambord, the flight director, personally took care of me."
"Good, let's head for the car and tell me everything."
They both climbed into the car which had been leased by the dairy and drove for an hour toward the new facilities. It was an impressive building, erected in the middle of the countryside, hidden by bushes and totally discreet. John welcomed them.
He kissed Stephanie on the lips and said, "We have reserved one the best rooms in our establishment for you. You'll be comfortable. All the equipment you might need are in place."
"Thank you. If it's okay, I would like to take a nice shower and settle in."
"Of course," the two men answered un unison. "Take your time. We'll come for you in an hour to give you a tour of our facilities."
"I put the outfit you'll need to wear during the visit on your bed," John told her.
Stephanie claimed her quarters. She undid her bag, put away her clothes and then stripped. Completely naked, she looked at herself through the big mirror in the room and admired her perfect body with its hanging breasts. She massaged gently. Then she stepped into the bathroom to take a good shower.
She soaped herself generously, in particular her crotch. She slid her fingers between the labia to her vagina in order to remove the dried juices that Madeleine had so skilfully produced in large quantity during their moments of enjoyment on the flight. How good it felt to be able to masturbate under the shower, letting the warm water flow freely over her body. She imagined herself sailing on the waves of an imaginary lover and being cradled in the arms of a handsome Apollo or a knowledgeable Sappho, who would make you feel alive. Any woman who has masturbated herself can attest to this.
Her breasts were beginning to bother her. It would normally be her time to be well milked. She pulled on her nipples to stretch them out and prolong the brief moment of ecstasy that she procured while masturbating under the shower. After a moment of physical and mental recuperation, she closed the faucets and stepped out of the shower. She dried herself and then headed towards her room to put on the clothes that had been left on her bed. She found only a see-through smock which had the dairy's name on the front, The Milky Dream, and put it on.
There was a knock on the door. Claude and John had come to pay her a visit. Both of them stood open-mouthed at the sight of this goddess in her see-through smock.
"You're fabulous," John told her while kissing her on the neck.
"Thank you." Stephanie smiled, her facing turning red.
All three headed towards the milking room. It was a large room completely covered up and down with pale-green tiles. Surprised, Stephanie saw no milking tables but rather some Transat-type armchairs, that is, an armchair with an adjustable backrest, two armrests, but with a horizontal partition enabling them to be separated into a 'V' shape spacing from feet to seat.
John noticed Stephanie's unease.
She turned to Claude and asked, "They don't use milking tables like we do at home?"
"No," John answered, "the hucows here recline comfortably like on a cruise ship or at the edge of swimming pool.
"Why this separation?"
"Well, it serves to separate the legs so as to open up the hucows' sexes. It also allows our milking colleagues or occasional visitors to kneel in front of the proffered sex to coddle, lick the clitoris or anus while milking the hucow.
"Ah, I see. But since the candidates' udders aren't hanging down, it must be harder to express the milk."