An Experience at the Grocery Store by Robert Morgan
(A Breast Man's Fantasy)

I need to go to the grocery store to pick something up...when I walk in, I am about to enter the front door about the same time you do...I am caught off-guard by your incredible eyes, your beautiful smile...but most especially by you tight Lycra top which reveals the shape of your breasts so beautifully...soft and natural, bound so beautifully by your sheer nylon bra, swaying ever so slightly with each step you take.

Our eyes meet, but yours are there first…a split second before mine, because my attention is diverted to your busty, natural breasts. In that moment you perceive that I am looking...not just looking...but admiring, and it makes you happy. A delicate smile graces your lips. The thought that your breasts are being gazed at and appreciated causes your nipples to become slightly, but perceivably more erect. When my eyes raise up to connect with your glance, there is a moment frozen in time where the communication is understood by both. The unspoken words "I find you extremely attractive and desirable" pass between us in that moment.

I smile and say hello, but my thoughts and facial expression are communicating this message:

"I am totally aroused by you"

I wonder to myself,

"How could this happen in a moment…in a glance?"

As you walk by, you simply smile coquettishly at me, which makes me want you even more....precisely what you intended to happen.

My thoughts are totally disoriented.

"What did I come there for? What was I going to buy?"

All I can do is follow you into the store, watching you walk, noticing your confidence and posture. I follow you like I'm hypnotized. Walking behind you I can see the outside curves of your full breasts. I feel a tingly sensation in my groin...my penis is moving, awakened by the visual treat in front of me. I become suddenly aware of this and drop my gaze and focus so that I don't become erect in the store, a highly embarrassing state to say the least. But I can't help it, I've past the point of no return...and my cock bulges against my jeans, as if begging to be let out. It only takes a few seconds; it's as if it has a mind of its own. I discreetly turn down an empty aisle, quickly reach my hands down my pants and re-arrange so that my full erection is now pressed against my lower belly by my pants. As my hands brush the sensitive head of my engorged penis, I feel a rush of excitement, of pleasure...and I noticed already a hint of pre-cum dribbling out. I pull my tucked in shirt tails from my pants to help cover the "evidence". But just for good measure I quickly squeeze the shaft of my hard cock just to feel the sensation of pleasure centered in my groin area. It's like a glow, a yearning...I must find where you are in the store.

I immediately realize that I forgot to pick up a shopping cart.

"Good, this will help cover my current state"

I think to myself. I walk back to the front of the store, get a shopping cart, and place it strategically in front of the bulge that only I know exists. I immediately scan the aisles for a sign of you.

I see you and your cart just passing out of view on the first aisle. I think to myself.

"OK, aisle 2 it is".

I am hoping that if I can walk by you, and see if you look at me again with that smile, perhaps you might be interested in me, too. I move as quickly as I can without running to aisle 2.

"Whew! She's not there yet."

I see that you have momentarily stopped to look at something at the end of the aisle before making the turn to aisle 2. When I see you turn your cart move forward and start to turn into aisle 2, I turn my head away, pretending to be looking at some sort of canned fruit. Peaches…how appropriate! I hope you are noticing I'm there, perhaps even smiling to yourself. Do you realize what I'm doing? Do you want me to say something to you? I slowly move forward, still looking at the non-descript food items, my mind racing, eagerly looking forward to when I can turn my head and look at you again.

The moment comes and I perceive that you are close. I turn my head and see you ARE looking at me. I am thrilled. You are quick to notice my shirt-tails out, and you wonder about. that possibility. Again, I am thrilled to see your beauty and see just how full and gorgeous your breasts are. I notice now that there is a ring on your left hand.

"So, she's married", I think to myself.

And the ring on my own finger is obvious to me now and reminds me of the nights I have spent begging my uninterested wife to suck her breasts. I immediately feel envious of the lucky man who gets to lie down with you in bed each night. I can recognize the signs of a willing woman, and you show them all.

My thoughts are racing, but my attention is focused again on your breasts again, as discreet as I try to be, it cannot escape from your noticing that I find you so desirable.

"Am I too obvious?", I wonder.

My cock begins to throb once more held in place just as I positioned it before. Again you smile at me when we cross paths. I roll my eyes after we pass.

"Why didn't I say anything?", I think to myself.

I turn and watch you walk away again...

"OK, aisle 3 is coming, try again!"

I turn and move faster, trying to time our next meeting to the middle of the aisle.

"I am going to say SOMETHING to her", I whisper to myself.

We turn the corner at opposite ends of the aisle almost simultaneously. I see an almost imperceptible smile as your eyes meet mine again. It gives me confidence.

"OK, this is it", I think to myself.

This time I don't break my gaze to you. This sends you an obvious message that I am interested. I'm not just looking at you, I'm gazing at you. You pick up on the message and look back at me also. I think to myself

"She needs something, otherwise she wouldn't still be looking at me"

I wonder what it is that you are missing at home.

"Good luck"

I whisper to myself as we walk toward each other, still looking, still smiling. There is an obvious connection now.

I am amazed again at your beautiful face, and especially, again, your beautiful breasts. Your womanhood is enhanced even more since we are in the frozen foods and the cool air seems to have caused your nipples to become even more erect. The sight is absolutely beautiful to me. My mind is racing.

"What will I say?"

...oh, God! You lick your lips to moisten them, this is killing me! My cock is as hard as it can possibly get. I reach you and the moment calls for someone to say something. I break the ice by saying "Hello, my name is Robert. I was wondering if I could ask you a question."

"Hi, I'm Nancy"

That smile appears again, your eyes looking deep into mine with a knowing gaze of confidence that comes from years of recognizing when a man is horny for you.

Briefly, my gaze drops to your breasts. You notice. I immediately look back into your eyes. I say to you

"You look like a woman who would know this. I'm having a very hard time right now. I am looking for milk, but I can't seem to find any. Can you help me?"

Again I glance at your breasts. The double entendre does not go unnoticed.

"Yes, I think I can"

You pretend to be dusting something off your tight blouse which, amazingly, causes you to "inadvertently" brush your already erect nipples. You are looking into my eyes this whole time to see my reaction, which gets the desired results. My face becomes a little flushed. Unseen by you, my cock throbs with desire even more. I feel my shirt-tail covered jeans getting wet where the tip of my penis presses against the material. You say

"There is milk on aisle 5, but if you don't find what you want, perhaps I could offer you some more suggestions outside? I think that you might like you other choices".

You walk by. I stand there, stunned by your invitation. There is most definitely a chemistry between us. We both like what we saw, and it is now obvious to me that you desire me as much as I desire you. In just a few seconds I formulate a plan. I know exactly what I will do. I know exactly what I will say when I see you outside the store, and I rush to the counter to check out.

"What did I come to the store for? WHO CARES?", I think to myself.

I walk outside, and patiently wait for you to come out so that we can talk with a little less inhibition.

I am sitting on the umbrella covered table near the entrance/exit of the grocery store. My thoughts are racing as I savor your words. My heart seems to be beating so fast with anticipation…What could your words mean:

"There is milk on aisle 5, but if you don't find what you want, perhaps I could offer you some more suggestions outside? I think that you might like you other choices".

My mind thinks of every possible scenario…could my most intense fantasy become a reality? Does Nancy have breasts full of milk? If she does, is there a possibility she might let me nurse? Could my long wait….years, actually…my yearning to experience what it is like to suckle the breasts of a lactating woman…be on the threshold of fulfillment?

I am so consumed by my thoughts that I don't even notice you until you are standing next to me, groceries in hand.

You are smiling at me and you say

"I have to admit, I have never quite had an experience like this at the grocery story….I mean, I have always had men look at me, but what you said to me in the store about milk, well, I felt something different…you have actually triggered something that I've been thinking about for quite a while."

"Please sit down, let's talk about it", I say…smiling and admiring your breasts once more…watching every movement of them as you sit…the way they sway as you set your groceries down, the way they settle so beautifully into place as you are seated across from me.

You look around, and a devilish little smile begins to light up your beautiful face.

"I've never said this to another man besides my husband. And honestly, I can't believe I'm actually saying this to you. But there was something about the earnestness in which you looked at me that made me realize perhaps I could share this with you."

I am leaning forward, eyes locked into yours. I'm hanging on every word you say.

"I assure you, you can tell me anything. I want you to trust me with your innermost thoughts", I say to you. I mean every word I say…I feel such an incredible feeling now, my body is almost shaking with anticipation. I reach out and hold your hand in mine, as if to give you courage to tell me what is on your mind…the physical touch between us is electric.

You feel this, too, and for a moment you look into my eyes…sensing the magnitude of what you are about to say. You begin…

"I had my baby a year ago. I have nursed him religiously during this time. My breasts have produced so much milk, it's almost as if I were making milk for 2 babies. Every time I nursed my son, my breasts continued to lactate when I was done. I had such a steady supply of milk that I had a very difficult time with my breasts becoming engorged. I asked my husband if he would help relieve the pain of so much milk in my breasts. However, he was not interested in the least. He felt like I was asking him to do something that would diminish his manhood."

I respond,

"How could ANY man think that sucking on your beautiful breasts was demeaning in any way? I would give anything if my wife would make that request of me…anything!

You continue,

"I expressed my excess milk into bottles to be frozen for later use. Often I would still have more milk and I would just empty my breasts into the sink, crying as I did so…wishing I could share myself with my husband. I felt such a need for him to suckle me…His disinterest was so hurtful."

I am listening closely, my eyes fixed on yours. I'm feeling such empathy for you, understanding totally the feeling of rejection as I contemplate my wife's denial and rebuffing of my repeated requests to suckle her to lactation.

I share with you my experiences with my wife…and express my long repressed fantasy of being able to nurse from a lactating woman's breasts. You listen so attentively, I feel we truly understand each other. I then make the request…I say the words out loud that I have thought about time and time again every time I saw a nursing mom in public, every time I watched neighbors nurse children as they talked to my wife. These same words have been repeated silently in my mind every time I passed a woman who wore a top that emphasized her breasts and nipples. And now, here I am, saying these words out loud to you:

"I would love so much to nurse from your breasts."

You face becomes flushed slightly as you hear these words, and I see a smile of joy as you realize that this is the request that, in truth, you have longed to hear. We are truly speaking to each other on a different plane of communication now. Our mutual unfulfilled desires have led us to this meeting…and everything seems so right about it.

"I would love it if you nursed from my breasts"

An intense and breathtaking shock almost stuns me as I realize that I am hearing the words I have dreamed about, fantasized about, ever since I was a teenager. Yes, this desire has been with me that long. Never to be experienced until now, and the realization that this is a monumental day in my life overwhelms me.

We smile and laugh…more of a giggle between us…as we both recognize what this means.

"oh my…oh my…" is all I can say!

You say to me,

"There is something else you should know. I have just begun to wean my baby. He is showing less and less interest in the breast. Your timing couldn't have been more perfect. All the milk that has been reserved for my baby could soon be yours"

I revel in this thought. Am I really hearing this? I am just dreaming this whole thing up? Am I going to wake up and realize this is just another dream of nursing that ends when my sleep is over? I think of the proverbial pinching of oneself to make sure this is for real…but looking at your now erect nipples in front me tells me nothing is more real than what I am seeing right now!

I compose my thoughts and think about the logistics of meeting you. It must be done discreetly, obviously. Our spouses must never know about this…at least for now. Perhaps there will be a time when it will be right to tell them. But for now, all I can think about are your milk-filled breasts in front of me now….waiting to be suckled. I think about what it will actually be like to be with a woman who actually wants me to suck her breasts. I think about how it will feel like to experienced latching on for the first time, feeling your milk letdown, feeling the first drops spray into my hungry mouth.

I take out a card from my wallet and write my e-mail address on the back and hand it to you.

"Let's think about this for a while. Let's make sure that this is what we both want. Here is my e-mail address. I would love to get to know you better and hear all your thoughts and fantasies about breastfeeding an adult. Let's converse and become better acquainted. And when the time is right we will meet. Think about when and where would be most appropriate and conducive to privacy."

I realize that I need to be home…we stand and shake each other's hand. Again the touch of your skin is such a powerful thing. I don't want to let your hand go. I don't want to stop looking in your eyes. I try to imagine all the things that are going through your mind at this moment.

"Nancy", I say to you in complete seriousness. "my hopes are that this could possibly be a long term relationship. I have never asked a woman other than my wife to do this. I want you to know that this day and meeting you means so much to me. I also want you to know that I do love my wife very much. If she nursed me, I wouldn't even so much as look at another woman. But this desire that I have is so intense, I just can't ignore it any longer. We both have something that the other person needs…I just hope it all works out and that after our meeting today when you have time to think about what we said that you will still have a desire to nurse me."

"Yes", you say. "I have a feeling that there will be nothing to worry about as far as that goes. I've never felt a desire to nurse a man other than my husband…but I see that this may be the only way that I can experience giving my milk to an adult, at least for now, anyway. I will most definitely be in touch with you soon."

And with that we part…I watch you walk away. The feelings I feel at this moment are almost indescribable. Anticipation, excitement, delight, even ecstasy. What a stimulating conversation! What a beautiful and desirable woman you are! What a unique and understanding woman you must be…to be so sensitive to the unspoken messages I gave you when we first saw each other. I'm grateful for your courage…and happy that I had the nerve to actually make the attempt.

I can't help but smiling as I walk back to my car. I start to compose in my mind my first e-mail message to you…how soon will we be able to get together?

Little can I comprehend about how our first meeting will go…

….To Be Continued. Look for Part III, "The First Meeting".

Robert Morgan
tdk7b@yahoo.com

Reprinted with permission.  Thank you Robert! :)