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By
the River
by
Anonymous
It was such a long time ago,
but those beautiful pictures in my mind....seems
like it was yesterday. I was only 18 years old
but I still remember Mrs. Ketchum who lived
about a mile down the road from our farm. The
world of nursing was introduced to me back then,
and I suppose that's why I still love it to this
day.
I had finished my usual chores
that a young man is expected to do around the
farm. I loved to go down to the river and do
some fishing and daydreaming like all teens do.
It was on one of tose days that Mrs. Ketchum
also was down there walking along the river,
when she sat down beside me to talk. She knew my
folks for about two years and I had talked to
her briefly from time to time back in town. But
to cut to the chase as to how we got onto the
subject of nursing... well there she sat with
this blouse on that was nicely wet at her
nipples. I couldn't help but notice, I couldn't
keep my eyes off them. I tried to concentrate on
my fishing, but those beautiful wet spots just
seemed to keep getting bigger and bigger.
I figure she was about 10
years older than me and certainly would have
noticed the blouse, but it certainly didn't
bother her with my looking, okay staring. After
the usual talk of fish biting or not and the
weather, she just right out asked me if I wanted
to empty her out, since her 1 year old had
weaned. She then asked me if I had ever had milk
straight from the tap. I have to admit that I
wasn't nursed as a baby, so was definitely
curious...about alot of things then. All I could
do was nod my head yes. She had me put down the
fishing pole and come up and sit beside her. She
then told me about her husband not being
interested in her after the baby came and all
that marital problem stuff...I wasn't paying
that much attention at the time. She (Linda)
also told me that I couldn't tell anyone, no one
, no close friends. Until now, I have not spoken
of it.
I could feel my heart beat
faster and my palms start to sweat as she
started to unbutton that blouse. I had never
even seen a nursing bra before and when she
lowered that flap down...the nipple was so dark
and dripping. "It would be easier if you
just laid your head in my lap", I of course
agreed...what did I know at 18 anyway. I kept
thinking that this has got to be a dream. Here I
am with our neighbor, and I am about to be
nursed by this older, married, beautiful
brunette. I really didn't have to suck hard
because it was already leaking, and did it ever
start to squirt into my mouth. Of course I got
choked, but she helped me through it by telling
me how to swallow while sucking. It was so
sweet, it tasted sweet like homemade ice cream,
except at body temperature. Her nipple got
so long as I sucked and squirted so hard to the
roof of my mouth. I guess what I remember most,
is how she looked down at me while I nursed. She
had the most loving brown eyes. She then let me
lay in her lap the other way to nurse the left
one.
For the next two years, more
often than not, when I would go down by the
river, I would meet her there at an agreed upon
time. I never had any difficulty getting all my
chores done. In the winter we would meet at the
barn when we could. Later on, the nursing led to
sex with her, but the most fond memories with
her was the soft, quiet, nursing and tenderness
she showed me all those times we could meet. I
went off to college and my folks couldn't tell
me where she had gone one year later. But I will
never forget the joys we both had during our
nursing sessions. I often wonder where she went
and if she remembers as I do.
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