In the first story Wes met Hillary when he was reading water meters of his summer job. A young bride with a frequently traveling husband, let's just say she had particular needs that a young, virile college guy could satisfy. This story is a continuation where Wes unexpectedly runs into Hillary and one thing leads to another. All main characters are adults over the age of 18 and there is no abuse of any kind. Enjoy as we let Wes recount this episode in his own words.
It was getting close to the holidays, and I knew that I needed to find my mom a gift, so I headed over to the mall. It was a cold day and snowing ever so lightly. After parking the car and walking towards the entrance there was a young woman just ahead of me struggling to get her infant in its stroller through the door. Ever willing to help I held the door for her and once inside she turned to thank me.
"Thanks for the help. That door wouldn't stay open long enough for me to get the stroller through."
I instinctively said, "You're welcome," but when I looked at the woman, I realized that I knew her. It was Hillary.
The woman looked at me and you could see the memory flash in her eyes. "Wes?" she said.
"Yeah. Hillary? The last I saw you was in June when you were still pregnant," I said recalling how I had stopped at her house to read her water meter but as usual had wound up having sex with her. It had been the one and only time in my life that I had had sex with a pregnant woman.
"Well as you can see I had the baby. Meet Jason. He's only two months old, but as a big baby he's a lot to handle." Jason looked up at me and gave me a grin and a coo. I looked over at Hillary and she looked terrific dressed in black tights, a hot pink ski jacket, and fur-trimmed Sorel boots. Whatever baby fat she might have had was either gone or was well-hidden.
"Why don't you stop over later so we can have drink and catch up with things. My husband is traveling again, or should I say "still" and I could use the company."
Having known Hillary for the past two years I could interpret that last statement as her probably being lonely, but also most likely very horny. This woman hits on me whenever and now wherever she sees me. "That sounds great. I'll stop by at 7:00 pm. Hopefully, I can find a gift for my mom between now and then."
"She might like some perfume. The store at the end of the concourse is having a sale. You might find something she will like there."
I tucked that thought in the back of my mind but what was most occupying my brain cells was what adventure Hillary might take me on later this evening.
After perusing the shops in the mall, I did, in fact, buy my mom some perfume at the store recommended by Hillary. Then looking down at my watch I realized that I had spent more time than I thought. I made my way back to my car and while the traffic was heavy for that time of night, the going was slowed by the wet snow that was yet falling albeit a little heavier. Still, it cast a pleasant scene as I traveled to the other side of town and down that street that I now knew better than I'd might want to admit.
I pulled into Hillary's driveway and noticed that there were fresh tire marks in the snow meaning that she hadn't been home all that long. I made my way to the front door and rang the bell. My brain wanted me to say, "meter reader," but I decided against it.
Hillary answered the door and let me in. While I had admired her female form in those black tights at the mall, now without the ski jacket they looked like they had been applied with a spray gun. "Oh, it's so good to see you again. Take your coat off and stay a while. Make yourself at home, but I do have to feed Jason before I put him down in his crib."
I sat in one of the big leather chairs just as Hillary came back with the baby. Not used to being around infants that much I was taken aback when she unbuttoned her blouse and raised the cup of her bra showing her now ample milk engorged breast topped by a large dark red areola and a nipple that looked to be nearly an inch long. Then offering it to Jason, the baby readily took it and proceeded to voraciously nurse. I remembered Hillary's boobs being bigger than usual some months ago when she was pregnant, but now they seemed enormous and all I could help thinking was "I wonder how much milk does each of those hold?"
Hillary looked up at me as Jason continued to suckle her boob. "He was really hungry tonight. Good thing, too, because I am producing a lot of milk. He's a big boy and was over 10 pounds when I delivered. It was an effort but I was determined not to have a cesarian. Let's just say that he sure stretched things when coming out."
"He seems to be enjoying your milk," I added.
"He does. When he's done I'll let you try some," she said
