She was almost ready to give up the search for the day
when she spotted a young woman coming in the store. Marsh figured she was in
her twenties, with long, blond, hair, and just starting to show. Marsha circled her, observing, knowing that
she had to move slowly while stalking her prey. There was no wedding ring, and
as she got closer, noticed that her tight pullover top had a small wet spot
where the nipple was protruding. She was always amazed how young women today
were not afraid to show everything. When she was pregnant, she wore nothing but
large maternity dresses, but she was dressed like all the young women today
letting the stomach stick out, over the jeans, and the tight top showed that
the tits were huge already filling up with milk.
“I couldn’t
help notice that you are leaking.”
“What?”
“You’re
leaking,” Marsha repeated pointing to her top.
“Don’t you
have any maternity bras?”
“No, I hate
wearing bras.”
“I understand, do have any tissue.”
“No,” she
replied searching through her purse.
“Maybe your
husband or boyfriend can help?”
“I’m not
married and the guy, who did this, is long gone,” she said patting her stomach.
“I would be
happy to help,” Marsha responded while giving her a business card
“You’re a
midwife?”
“Yes, I have helped deliver over a hundred, healthy babies. I have some tissue;
we just need to find a restroom.”
Marsha took
her by the arm. Younger women always trusted her. It was her authoritative
manner and dress. She was wearing dark slacks with a lavender blouse, and blue
suit coat. Her hair was combed straight back looking like a nanny. On the way
to the restroom, she found out her name was Wendy and was six months
along.
Marsh
led her by the arm into the restroom and into a stall. There were two other
women in the bathroom one with a small child, but they paid no attention to
them. Once in the stall, Marsh took out her tissue and put her purse on the
floor. Wendy helped roll up the tight top. Marsha wiped her nipple with the
tissue and admired her big; young breasts that didn’t hang down, but sticking
straight out. Her hand was trembling
slightly in anticipation of what was coming next.
“You have a
buildup of milk,” Marsha whispered. “It needs to be extracted. Then she took
the nipple in her mouth, sucking, and swallowing the little droplets of sweet
milk. Wendy’s mouth dropped open watching her suck on the engorged, crimson
nipple. She rested her head on the wall of the stall and closed her eyes, and
moaned as Marsha sucked. Marsha worked on the other nipple, sucking on it like
a baby while she reached into her slacks, found her clit, and within moments,
shook with an orgasm.
Wendy
stood mesmerized as Marsha continued to suck and drink drops of her milk. The
stall was filled with the smell of her pregnant cunt and Marsha wanted to be
between her legs lapping at it. Marsha let her calm down as she wiped her
nipples again with the tissue.
“I hope you
enjoyed it?” Marsha asked.
“Yes, it was
wonderful,” Wendy replied
“We have a
support group for unwed mothers. It meets every Friday afternoon and usually
lasts well into the night if not all night.”
“Is this what
you do there?”
“I can do
much more than this and it would be wonderful if you could be there.”
“I don’t
know. I will have to think about it.”
Marsha helped her pick out some
maternity bras before she left the mall. She couldn’t wait to get home because
the group was meeting. She thought about her first time on the way home.