Date: Sat, 9 Feb 2002 03:33:30 -0800 (PST)
From: marie leclare <marieleclare@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Flight for Mother's Milk

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.

If you like the story, write me MarieLeClare@Yahoo.com