A Flight for Mother's Milk By Marie LeClare
My name is Marie. At present, I'm 40 minutes out of Atlanta on one of our big Southwest jumbo jets. It's been a long flight from Dallas and I'll be glad to get off this flight and my feet. I won't go into my life history or why I'm going to Atlanta. Suffice to say I'm an attractive 23 year old that's working for Southwest Airlines. I'm also a lesbian flight attendant. I've been with a few woman in my life, and I've been very selective. My seat is the last row in the back of the plane doing my paperwork. Setting next to me is a brand new mother. Earlier in the flight her husband, who is sitting way up front, brought their 1-month-old baby back so its mother could breast-feed her. That was enjoyable. You probably think I'm crass but I could look at a full, well rounded tit like that all day. Naturally, when the feeding was done, she pushed that beautiful, swollen breast back into her blouse. She slept most of the way so we didn't talk much after I had brought her a pillow. She was a beautiful, young mother and it appeared, to me at least, her shape had returned to her. Here comes her husband again. Baby must need another feeding. Good. I could use some distraction the last 40 minutes of the flight before the call for disenbarkment.. I watched as she eased her luscious right breast from out of her blouse. God was it beautiful. I couldn't take my eyes from it. What a depraved feeling I was having. About 10 minutes of feeding and the husband was back to get the baby. She had told me earlier he agreed to hold the baby throughout the flight to let her rest. As he and the baby walked up the aisle, I took a gamble. I leaned over to her and whispered. "Lucky baby, I have to drink from a glass. She looked at me with a puzzled look on her face. "I'm not sure what you mean," she said. "I just meant that not everyone gets to feed off of a beautiful girl like you." She needs the compliment after being bloated and pregnant for nine months. It was dark in the cabin, especially in the back of the plane. She hadn't spoken for about 5 minutes. I watched in amazement as she began slowly unbuttoning her blouse. She reached in and withdrew the tit nearest to me. She looked at me coyly. I saw her put her hands under the large, round breast, and lift it, ever so slightly, towards me invitingly!! She didn't have to ask me twice. I lowered my mouth to the inviting nipple and began a slow sucking motion with my lips. I immediately tasted the warm milk fill my mouth. It tasted delicious. I heard her moan. I rolled my eyes up without removing my mouth from her succulent tit and saw her head laid back wantonly. Her eyes were closed. There it was again. "ummmmmmmmmmmm," the moan emitting from her lips. I gently laid a hand on her leg just above her knee. Instinctively her legs began to spread. Now my hand was slowly sliding up her thigh. Her legs were spread so invitingly my fingers went directly to her cunt. My slightest touch set her hips into a slow, undulating thrust. Now she was moaning louder than I cared for. I certainly didn't want anyone seeing what I was doing to this luscious girl. "Ugggghhhhhhhhhhh." she moaned again. The milk was still filling my mouth, the nipple growing to about 2 inches in length. I could suck on this all night, I thought to myself. My fingers were now just under her soaking panties. My fingers, slipping inside of her, brushed her clit as I sunk up to my second knuckle. "OOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh goddd, she whimpered. Soooooooo gooood." Her ass was lifting from the seat as her hips thrust up against my hand. My fingers were plunging into her cunt in rhythmic motion, trying to match her every thrust. I felt her body tense, then begin to tremble. Her pussy was now gripping my fingers. Her cunt was about to explode. "ARRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG," she groaned from deep in her throat. She was cumming, Buckets of pussy juice flowing from between her legs spilling out over my hand and down onto the seat. "UGH, UGH, UGH," she grunted as the fragrance of her juices filled the air around us. Slowly the orgasms subside and her twitching body was still. I thought she had passed out. I looked at her fearfully but her eyes opened with a complete satisfied look on her face. "Thank you, she said. You don't know how much I needed that." She departed the plane. I assumed our paths would never cross again. I saw her again outside the baggage pickup and she ripped tags from her luggage and slipped me one.
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