Desperate at 30,000 Feet 
by Anonymous

What do we do when we can't nurse?

Last month, we flew to Europe on a very long non-stop flight - 12 hours (ugh!). Normally, my wife nurses me every four to six hours or so (morning, lunch, after work, before bed, and sometimes she needs nursing in the middle of the night too, since she starts feeling painfully full that often. We knew we would be in a bit of trouble during the flight. First, what we did was nurse until she was completely empty right before the limo picked us up. In fact, we were on the couch still nursing when the bell rang. She wore a thick nursing bra and stuffed tissues in for extra absorption. Then she wore a sweater on top, in case she leaked through all that and wet her shirt. But despite all that planning, she became very uncomfortable about eight hours into the flight. She squeezed my hand and glanced down at her chest (that's usually how she let's me know she needs me to nurse her). The only thing we could do was head for the rest rooms.

There was a big line of people waiting to use them, as the flight was packed. By this time, she was obviously in distress, and as often happens when we decide to nurse, her milk started to let-down before I even touch her. This can often be quite spectacular - her milk starts to spray freely from her nipples without assistance. So there we were standing there waiting, and she positively soaked through the tissues, bra, shirt and all, and two big wet spots quickly formed on her sweater! I pretended not to notice, but at least two people were staring at her chest the whole time this happened.

Finally, we were first in line, and when the door opened, a guy came out, stared at my wife's sweater, then looked at me like he knew what we were about to do. The people waiting behind us were very polite, and tried not to notice when we both went into the tiny stall. As you all know, there's barely room enough for one person in them, but I put down the seat and sat on it. My wife stood in front of me, pulled her sweater up to her neck, unbuttoned her blouse in the middle, and undid the hooks on one of the flaps on her nursing bra. When the soaking wet flap was opened, tissues soggy with her milk fell into my lap. Her nipple was still spraying and I quickly took it into my mouth and sucked hard. Though every time is wonderful, I love it when she's desperate to be nursed - the milk flows in a thick stream without my needing to suck - but this time, I sucked hard and fast to relieve her pressure quickly. She let out a moan and pressed my head to her bosom as she crouched above me. When the milk flow became a trickle, she opened her shirt more and took out her other wet breast, and I nursed eagerly from that one too.

After we had finished nursing, we tried to fix up her clothing, which had obvious milk stains on them. We tried wiping her shirt front with wet napkins, but that just made it look worse. Finally, we gave up and just stuffed a whole bunch of napkins into her bra cups. I had a hard-on and was thinking of asking for sex, but by now someone was impatiently knocking on the door. I kissed her avidly while I buttoned up her blouse and threw the sweater back over her big tits. When we left, the guy who had knocked looked at us incredulously, and definitely noticed the two wet spots still on her sweater. But my wife folded her arms across her chest and we just pushed on out and returned to our seats as if nothing was unusual.

The rest of the long flight was uneventful until the captain announced that we would be landing in a half of an hour. At that point, my wife took my hand and with a sly smile squeezed it and looked down at her chest. We got up to wait in line for a free rest room...

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