“I am completely soaked, my panties are annihilated.” The whisper came from Michele, she’d been thinking about what I’d said.
Thump, thump came the feeling against my thigh again. Both of these women exquisitely talented at turning me on.
I played up the control, patting her leg as I whispered back. “Just wait Little One, you haven’t felt anything yet.”
She shivered. I wanted her primed and ready tonight. I wanted her absolutely, desperately, completely, and totally consumed with desire for me. So far, it was working, her path to later tonight had begun.
Moments later, the speaker was wrapping up. A quick break before the last session of the day, and they we’d be off to our dinner cruise. I peeked at Michele, she held her forearms to her chest. It looked innocent enough, but as my eyes lingered on her, she was rolling her forearms against the silky fabric of her blouse. She was desperately trying to relieve what must have been really hard, aching nipples. I could picture her pink, hard little nubs on the tips of her swollen breasts. Breasts that had more than tripled in size due to her pregnancy. Clearly having sensitive nipples straining into the inside of her bra wasn’t comfortable as I saw a pleading in her eyes. She needed a release, or maybe it was just time to turn up the volume.
The room was clearing out fast, everyone headed for the bathrooms or beverage and snack bar outside. Even Valerie took a walk. Michele sat next to me, as I looked over her shoulder, almost every single person was gone. The room fell silent.
I looked at her, turned my chair to face her and grasped the bottom of her chair, turning her to face me directly. She looked at me quizzically.
“Unbutton your blouse.” I said with a straight face.
“What? Here? Now?” She stammered, glancing around.
“Blouse, here, now,” I confirmed.
She paused, but then quickly took to the top buttons, undoing them in front of me, exposing her creamy flesh as she did. Three buttons down and the swells of her chest came into view above the white lace on her bra. Just one more, and she pulled the sides of the thin material apart, pulling her bra covered breasts from under her shirt. The white lace lay flat against her pale skin, breasts heaving with her labored breathing already. She was already excited from what I’d asked her, told her, to do.
“Open the clasp,” I instructed. She looked over her shoulder but did as she was told.
As she released the tiny metal clasp in her cleavage, the sides of her bra swung away as if on springs and her heavy breasts bounced forward. “Oh my,” escaped my lips. Here she was, totally exposed in the front of the conference hall. She had gone from an A to a solid D cup for sure thanks to her pregnancy. Her beautiful swollen breasts looked heavy, veins were slightly visible just underneath her creamy skin. Her perfect medium sized pink nipples were rock hard, aching. Her breasts sat proudly atop her round, very pregnant belly. She was absolute perfection in front of me.
I couldn’t waste time, people would be flooding in here at any moment. Quickly, I lowered my head to her right breast as my hand grasped her left. My warm mouth descended to her stiff, pink flesh. As my lips made contact I sucked hard. I felt her other nipple in my palm stiffen further, tightening your my touch.
“Mmmm” she whispered at getting the attention she desired. She squirmed in her seat, the attention making her even wetter below.
I flicked her erect little tip with my soft and warm tongue and sucked hard again, immediately rewarded with a stream of her sweet, warm milk squirting into my mouth. As it released for me, she moaned again.
My hands and mouth switched places. I brought her other fleshy hard nub to my lips and sucked. Rewarded again with Michele’s very sweet treat.
“Fuck Scott,” she whispered.
I sucked and flicked hard as I felt more milk dripping over my hand on her other breast. She brought her hands to both her breasts, cupping and squeezing them, causing the nipple in my mouth to erupt more forcefully.
“Fuck Scott,” she repeated.
I switched again and sucked hungrily, knowing full well I’d have to stop suddenly at the slightest noise. She rewarded me again squeezing to increase her flow and release more pressure.
“Fuck Scott, I think I’m gonna come!” She whispered in desperation.
I pulled back, looking at her. Sitting in front of me, her mouth agape, eyes wild with desire, both hands cupping and squeezing her breasts, dribbling her white sweetness over her own hands and onto her belly.
“Stop,” I told her. “Button up.”
“No, please Scott-” she begged.
“Button up.” I repeated.
“Please Scott, I need to come baby, please” she groveled at me.
“Button, up, now” I commanded, still smirking. Wiping her sweet gift from my lips.
She pouted, frowned, but complied. She wrestled her heavy breasts, still leaking, back into her pretty white bra, and quickly buttoned her shirt. As she finished, I looked around, still no one.
I kissed her quickly, her soft lips even pleading with me for more. “Don’t worry baby, just come along this ride with me, I promise, you’ll enjoy yourself.” I smiled and winked at her.
“I’ll do anything you ask of me Scott,” she responded, still in her pleading tone, “I mean it, anything baby.”
I helped turn her chair back and did the same with mine. As I did the first few people made their way back in.
“I have to go clean up, my panties are a swamp.” She laughed as she twisted in her seat, stood up, and walked towards the door.
I followed her out, right behind. “All you do is clean up, do NOT, touch yourself. Understood?”
“Understood Scott,” she answered as we exited the door. She turned immediately for the bathroom and nearly ran into Valerie but kept going.
“Everything okay?” Valerie asked with a smile. Michele must have looked flushed.
“Never better Valerie, never better.” I answered smiling ear to ear.
“You alright? I was going to get a RedBull or something. You need anything?” I asked.
“I’m great,” lifting her hand, she held two cans. “One for each of us!”
“Thank you Valerie, that was thoughtful of you.” I replied. ‘Talented AND thoughtful’ is what I thought to myself. I turned and followed her back to our table. I don’t think my eyes left her round ass once, each step caused her cheeks to bounce just perfectly inside the tight skirt. She was difficult to take my eyes off her of from any angle, but especially this one.
We sat down again, and she looked at me seriously. “Scott, in case I forget later, I wanted to say thank you. I waited so long for a connection with someone, that I almost forgot what I was waiting for. The last couple days have been amazing, and I hope one day I can express what this means to me.”
“Wow, Valerie, that’s a lot to take in. But you continue to express it every time you look at me, or whisper to me, touch me, or just smile at me. You make me feel wanted, desired, even just having someone care enough to be interested. It means a lot. Michele has been that way with me as well, but I fear that our relationship may be drawing to a close soon. With the baby due date looming, I don’t know if I’ll see her. I think that’s why she’s been so encouraging of us getting to know each other. It would mean a lot to me, knowing that you’re out there, and we will see each other again. I don’t want to leave Chicago without being sure I’ll see you sometime soon.” I poured it all out on the table.