The Mil Maid's Dilemma

After my wife passed on I thought I would be hard put to make ends meet on a single basic Social Security income. I had set a

little

money aside from my years as a machinist, but nothing that would really let me kick back and relax, especially if I got sick. But Marguerite and I had bought the ranch house in Carpinteria, and paid off the mortgage. So

that

wasn't hanging over me. And the place had a little one bedroom ADU at the back of the yard, a 'mother-in-law cottage' that I had used as a shop and studio for my metal sculpture, and a place to crash when the kids passed through.

But one day, my neighbor, Ted and I were having a beer at Zookers, and he said, "You know, Zach, you're leaving money on the table with that place in your yard. The town doesn't give a shit if you rent it out long term. Oh, they'll come down on your ass if you do AirBnB, but long term, no sweat."

So, I'm not bad at the DIY stuff. I even did new tiles in the kitchen, which was okay, if not gourmet and all that. The place has a little bonus room that I figured could be a little office or something. Asked my sister some things about making it look nice, since Marg was gone. That hurt, not being able to ask her. But then she would have felt uneasy having strangers in the back yard. My sister said, "Hey, Z, find a young couple and make part of the deal that they will help you out, do the lawn, if you call that patch of crabgrass a lawn. Anyhow, I'm not saying you need help, but...

So that's the ad I put in: "Young couple, small pet OK, to rent one BR independent unit within biking distance of the shore." And that was pretty much it. I wanted at least one of them to have a good job, decent credit.

And, after interviewing an 'uh uh' and a 'no effing way' I got Dan and Andie. He had his own roof repair business. She was a reiki masseuse. A little 'woo woo', but people want that stuff. So she did alright. Of course they got pregnant pretty quick. But I couldn't hear Ethan fuss much from my house across the yard. And I was happy to do a quick babysit if Dan was working and Andie needed to shop or see a client.

And they made that yard a lovely place for us all to hang out. New plants. Dan and I put an irrigation system in. A little stonework. Nice.

But things kind of took a turn one evening. Who could imagine? Andie was at the kitchen door, knocking pretty hard, and even through the screen I could tell that she was hurting. Tears in her pretty eyes. Now Andie is a blessing to an older dude like me. She is sort of petite in height, but quite curvy, especially after the baby was born and her already lovely chest was swollen with food for Ethan. Lovely, double muffin backside that I was happy and guilty to look at as she weeded the vegetable patch. Dark wavy hair and 'bedroom eyes' and a mouth that is a pretty Cupid's bow when it's closed, but this wide Irish smile when she's happy.

Right then she wasn't happy as I let her in and she collapsed on my shoulder.

"I can't...I can't..."

"What's the matter? Is Ethan sick? Is he colicky? I know some tricks we used to use with my kids. Do I need to go get something? Has Dan had an accident? I worry about him up on those roofs."

A tiny smile, even as her eyes let loose some tears.

"He's fine. I mostly don't worry. He's like a cat. He can literally walk a tightrope. He did it as a stunt for a church fair fundraiser thing. I worry more about his crew, especially because he has to carry their insurance...but no. He's okay...but

away.

And I could use his

help,

like a couple of days ago...because my breast pump broke...and, and I ordered a new one...but it's a special kind...and it won't be here for a few days...."

"The baby...?"

"Yeah, I just put Ethan down...whew! He'll be out cold for a couple hours anyway. Hungry little devil. He loves to eat... okay, but only so much...only...pardon me...one

side

, really. I tried him with a little from both, but that left me leaking in two...sorry, sorry, TMI...but that's why I need the pump...because without it, the one that's not being...suckled... gets

really uncomfortable...I

hurt

.

I'm sorry, TMI again, but I have no other choice...really...and I think I can trust you. You have been so nice to us....

"

She was clutching her chest and kind of dancing from foot to foot, and I realized I had been a bad host. I had a cup of hot green tea in my own hand, but I hadn't offered her anything, or asked what I could do.

"I'm sorry, Andie. Would you like some tea? At least it might cheer you up a little. And can I get you a heating pad. I seem to remember that Marguerite used one on her...her bosom when she was...but I think that was when her breast wouldn't 'let down.' Is that the term? And do you want me to fiddle with the pump? I do know my way around machines...."

Her lips were tight and she shook her head.

"Uh uh. Dan took it apart and pronounced it a goner. Major part just shot, so...."

"Well, I can't think of someone...a place where you could...

borrow

one, um....Oh, here's your tea. Please, have seat. You have to be exhausted anyway with the kid on a two hour feed, problems with pumps or no..."

She collapsed on onto the settee, sipping her tea, sniffing a little. I got her a tissue. I could see she needed to ask something. And she kept her arm clutched to her chest. Finally, she looked up at me with those big sad eyes. She pulled her arm away and her chest was

soaked.

She sniffed back a sob.

"Look at me. I'm a

mess.

And I can't do

anything

about it. I tried...sorry...tell me if this embarrasses you...I tried...like...squeezing it into a cup, but that doesn't really

get it

. It needs

suction.

I even thought...." And her beautiful mouth cracked in her lovely smile. "...I could use the

vacuum cleaner,

maybe Dan's shop vac." She chuckled, but stuck out her lower lip. "But that was

too strong.

Hurt my poor little nip. Again, TMI...."

"I don't mind. And I'm flattered to be your

confessor

, or whatever."

"Yeah, I knew you'd understand. That why I hope...anyway, I already had a solution, but it is 'on the road'. See, Dan was able to...help me out...."

Maybe I raised an eyebrow. I was beginning to understand... because she quickly asked,

"Am I shocking you...?"

I shook my head. An old dude is grateful for a little spice in his life, especially if his 'on the reg' is gone. I was pretty sure now where this was headed.

"So...yeah. That worked pretty well. Dan didn't mind the taste at all, though he said it was kind of sweet. And it was kind of a nice bonding moment between the two of us. Made me wonder how many other couples 'shared' like this when there was no need to save it for the baby. Of course, I felt kind of

guilty

and a little

perverted.

But hey, there are no real

rules.

And people are stupid about this thing that women have been doing since before people were people. So

fuck 'em.

Excuse me, but the whole

sitch

has me kind of crazy and nervous. And my poor little tit is

hurting.

And I could try waking Ethan up and try to

make

him drink up the other one. But I know he won't. I know. I've tried." She gave a tiny moan and squeezed her chest and the dark stain on her old sweatshirt got a little bigger.

"So you want...?"

"Yeah. Does that gross you out?"

"No."

"But?"

"But I might have trouble just thinking...making it...just a service I was performing. I can

try...."

"Yuh, I thought of that. When Dan did it...." She had a distant look. Her nostrils flared and her thighs squeezed together. "So...no? I guess I can just squeeze and squeeze..." Her lower lip was pouting again and her arm clamped against her chest."

"Annie, do you care if I...think of you as a woman...after this? I promise I would never,

never

expect anything else. Besides, there's Dan. I like Dan. Respect Dan. Won't he...?"

She was getting restless.

"Mr. B, I...I just...because...I can't think of...."

"Annie, you're right. This can just be our...quiet contract...a single...."

"Actually Dan isn't back until Saturday...."

"O...K. well. Let's do this."

"So...where...?"

"

Please

, Mr. B. Here!

Right now

.

I'm

hurting."

She leaned back a little and tugged the loose neck of the old, grey sweatshirt down. Her very full left breast popped out. Dark areola and long dark nipple. Beautiful blue veins like on a fine transparent leaf. At first she covered her chest, and then realized with a little kitten grin how silly that was. Held the breast in the palm of her hand.

"Okay, this

so, so

helps. So what Dan did was kind of like across my lap...I put a cushion behind his head so he could lay under my boob, like the baby does. Can you do that, do you think?"

The

idea

was easy enough. She was sitting in the corner of the settee, and all I had to do was basically put my head in her lap. I had done it so many times with Marguerite...well, not with a milky nipple...although a couple of times.... Old memories of when Marg was nursing ticked back into my brain. That had been pretty hot, back in the day, when Marg was kind of doing the hippie thing; the loose hair; no bra.... The memories were getting my engine started, but I sort of wanted to keep this as 'clinical' as possible. Hmm, difficult. Andie was as nice as women get. And here she was, so innocent about the whole biz. Well, what the fuck.

I sat down next to her, scooted away and let myself down with my head on her lap, surprisingly hot. It was sweet, and exciting. I could feel it in my belly. And I'm looking up at the underside of one of the most beautiful breasts I have had the privilege to scope out. Thick, and full, and high on her chest.....

"I think you are going to need to come up this way a little." Andie was patting the pillow beyond my head. "I tried it with the baby on my lap like you are and I just kept having to lean over too much...and the nipple kept popping out. Ethan wasn't too happy about that." She giggled. "So when Dan...helped...we got set up where his head...." I scooted back and up against the pillow. "Whoa, yeah, right, so your mouth is now...." She squirmed around a little and I moved my head a bit. "...yeah, good, we're all set."

I was actually too close to do much admiring of this feast I was about to enjoy. I hoped my 'almost a beard' wouldn't rough up that ivory skin. The nipple I was about to latch onto was

big.

Big thick and big long and pretty much dark purple. I wouldn't have to struggle to keep a little pink strawberry in my mouth.

Andie took her full breast in hand, forked the nipple with two fingers as in all the Madonna pictures, and smiled.

"You ready?" Her voice was small and cute. I was feeling a little weird, but plenty ready. "I guess you'll have any trouble 'latching on.' And I'm not worrying about my milk 'letting down'. It's all ready....oops." She giggled again as a soft spray of mother's milk coated my cheek. "Okay...."

I opened my mouth and she lowered her nipple into it. I put my lips around the whole areola...didn't know yet what the best technique would be...sucked gently. A tiny stream of so sweet nectar. Up above me Andie's cupid mouth had a little satisfied smile. And her eyes closed as she felt the blessed relief from the pressure of all that milk letting go.

"Ummmm." Her voice was almost inaudible, but I could feel it in my lips. "Mmm." The milk was coming stronger now. "You can...." Andie pursed her lips tighter. So I did too. "Ooh yes, that's...better." Her hips jerked a little under me and she took a small ragged breath. I settled in to my work, sucking harder, massaging the nipple with my tongue. I knew I had more teeth than a baby, but it was easy enough to keep them out of the way, though I was sorely tempted to bite that long nipple just lightly, the way I used to with Marg. But for Marg that always brought a groan. I knew that meant she was OK with me sliding my fingers up where she was hot and slippery. I reminded myself that this was not about that.

Still, Andie was making some tiny noises. I knew that some women struggle with getting turned on while they are nursing. Okay. But Andie had done what I was doing with her husband and that was probably...different.

"Oh dear, the other one is letting down." Andie pressed her fingers to her right chest where a growing dark spot was staining the grey sweatshirt. "You may have to do that one too. I should have enough come in for Ethan later, I always do. Speaking of...hang on a second. She reached over the side of the settee, popping her nipple out of my mouth and grabbing her phone. "I can watch Ethan on the babycam and go scooting over there if he fusses too much. Ah. Good. He's fine. Please continue; I still feel so full...and even the other boob is....you okay? You have your work cut out for you."

She looked down at me with those gentle eyes and brushed some hair off my forehead. Strange feelings. I was a little kid and I was undeniably turned on. I tried to discreetly rest my hand where it shielded her view of my stiffening pecker. Back to work.

Andie seemed to surrender to the process. I knew with Ethan she would be watching him to make sure he was 'latched' right and not getting gassy and all that stuff. She knew now I knew what to do. So she just leaned back and let me suck. A couple times she murmured, "A little stronger...that's...a little harder...yeah that's...oh...yeah...oh."

I could tell this was a bit special. I was letting my head bob gently against her breast as I sucked, massaging the nipple with my tongue as I worked to get more. I noticed when I gulped that her body stiffened. So subtle, but her hips

seemed

to press against my back with a rhythm that matched my own. Funny little noises.

I realized I was growling.

Andie's mouth was open, panting.... She didn't seem to mind my noise. In fact....

"Just a minute...stop, stop...." She popped the nipple out of my mouth and leaned forward a bit. In one smooth motion she had the sweatshirt over her head and across the room.

"Ah, so much better...." She fanned her face with her hand, her face blushing, tendrils of hair glued to her face.Both beautiful breasts bounced. "You keep it pretty hot in here."

Actually I didn't. But one of us was getting a workout.

"Oh, okay please...let's...this one's still...."

Maybe when Ethan was fussy she sometimes impatiently pulled the baby's mouth back onto the nipple. That's what she did now to me, a strong hand behind my head.

I was happy to oblige.

"Get the rest out...

please

." She kept her hand on the back of my head, but I didn't need encouraging. Maybe I was a tiny bit forceful, but she didn't seem to care. Her breath...her voice making sounds like she was the one trying hard to get the last juice out.

"Yes...yes...keep...keep...just...oh yeah...oh yeah...almost, almost...nnnnnnnn...oh please, get the last..."

Now there was no hiding the pressure of her legs and hips against me. I felt my own hips flexing and hoped I didn't...well... Andie was crushing the other nipple to her chest, but it was leaking and I felt a spatter on my hands below...

"Okay...okay, okay...I think...Oh! I think I'm almost finished...oh, yes! Please, like that. Just keep...oh so so good...oh, oh here it is..."

Her mouth was wide open. She had no control of her body and it stiffened hard against my back while this small, long, low moan squeezed out of her as the milk surged into my mouth. The other nipple was making its own small fountain.

Finally she shuddered silent and I released the nipple.

Andie lay back, breasts shiny and slick with milk and sweat. I relaxed on my pillow, enjoying the view and doing my best to mask the super stiff rod in my trousers.

After a while she peeked at me across her lovely bosom, gave a shy grin and said, "Whew! That was...well, yeah. Do you wan't to have a go at the other one? It's really only 'half-full', so...and was my milk okay? Not gross or anything? I've tried it myself and it's awfully sweet. But...babies love it, so...."

I grinned back at her. The prospect of spending more quality time with her splendid tits was enchanting. And I did feel sincerely happy to be helping her out.

"How do we...?" Sucking from the other breast in this position was a bit awkward. "Switch ends?" It made sense to mirror the position we were in on the other end of the love seat. Andie nodded.. I got up, hiding my rod, which had not been a good boy and relaxed yet. And he was going to get 'sparked' all over again. And Andie wasn't going to help my predicament.

In her new position at the other end she was not seated demurely, legs together. She had one leg bent against the arm of the settee and the other crooked the same way against the back of the settee. In other words, here was a beautiful young woman in nothing but a pair of loose linen shorts, her legs spread wide, inviting me to lie down against her spread legs and suck on her breast.

"Will this work?" She was so cool, butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. "I think Dan liked this way better." I'll bet he did. And I couldn't help noticing as I lay down that there was more than a hint of dampness in the lowest triangle of Andie's shorts. My head now lay back against her bare leg and my shoulder was 'conveniently' tucked right against that damp spot. My hand

had to be

on her bare thigh

.

Of course we were both pretending that none of this mattered, and that the 'effort' Andie had made getting the last drops out of her left breast, was 'nothing to write home about.'

"Ready?"

"Ready."

I opened my mouth and she patted my cheek as the second beauty entered my mouth. I didn't have to wait to see what this one needed. I just went for it. And I was rewarded with a warm drink and a satisfied moan from the milk maid. Would this just be a friendly service with no sexual energy to it? It didn't look like it. Andie was already gasping just a bit as I sucked in rhythm. That tiny, sexy, 'making an effort' sound. And I couldn't help growling and humming deep in the throat that was filling with milk.

If Andie had been my forever lover I would have been tempted to reach up and tease the other nipple. But Andie herself had that one crushed to her chest with her palm.

As I continued I looked up to watch a strawberry blush appear high on her cheeks and then mottle down her neck and onto her bosom. Now there was the magic of her pale translucent skin, traced with fine blue veins and tinted with rose.

Her breath was getting ragged again, mouth open, nostrils flaring. It was hard for me to watch this without doing anything more. Actually, it was literally hard for me, and I squeezed my cock, both to keep it from erupting and to give it the touch it needed. Andie's hips, against my left shoulder were pressing in a rhythm she may have thought was subtle. Not.

"Okay. Okay, okay, okay, I...I think that's...just...just a little more...oh please...um...sorry...um...a little...

harder

. Yes! You can...don't don't be...just go ahead...go ahead...yeah...get it...get it...GET IT!"

It was the weirdest, sexiest moan I ever heard and it went on and on. Finally she game a big sigh of relief.

She lifted the nipple from my mouth and crushed it and the other one against her chest. Her face was red and sweaty now. Her body jerked against me again and again, and each time she jerked she said, "Sorry", "So sorry", "Oh, so sorry." She was panting even as she calmed down.

"Oh, Mr. B, I hope you don't feel I'm too, too disgusting. I just...I should have warned you. 'Cause...cause, some women when they have a baby they just like, dry up, and don't give a

shit

about their husbands, or any of that...horny stuff. But me...me it's just the opposite. I'm...I'm just and

animal.

And with Dan away more I just have to take care of myself...and the baby poops me out....but still I need...oh shhhh...I'm sorry. More TMI. And now...I...I even got really

wet...

I'm sorry now it happens more since the baby...so now your sofa, and your shirt and...wait. You're wet too, right?"