I woke up and rolled over towards the window. Damn. Raining. I was getting so tired of going through a whole week a perfect weather, only to be dealt a shitty weekend. The rain was pouring down so hard, I could just barely distinguish the shapes walking by my window were people.

Considering the weather, and the fact that it was now twelve noon, I figured it was time for me to get up. And since there was no way I was going to go for a cruise on my bike, I might as well get my apartment cleaned up. Don't get me wrong, I am not a slob, but a few things needed to be done.

I went out, threw all the dished in the dishwasher, got that noisy thing going, cranked up some tunes and began to straighten up. Got a load of laundry together and went down the hall to start it. As I was walking back down the hall, I noticed a woman walking towards me. She had her arms full with two laundry baskets, she could hardly see where she was going and plowed right into me.

Well ... clothes went flying, as did the two of us. She immediately said she was sorry, and started picking up clothes. I told her it was nothing, and proceeded to help her. It was then that I gave her the once over. She was only wearing a little pair of shorts, and a tank top, obviously no bra, and nipples! Well ... they looked HEAVENLY!!

As I was helping her clean up the clothes that went flying, I noticed the bra I picked up had a flap in the front. I picked it up wondering if she was in fact lactating or maybe just an old bra. My question was answered when I went to put it in the basket when a nursing pad fell out. She was looking the other way, giving me the chance to pick it up and throw it in the basket as well, and preventing an awkward situation.

I helped her with the baskets into the laundry room then said good-bye and headed back to my place. I finished cleaning the rest of the place up, and grabbed a quick shower until the laundry was done washing. I got out of the shower and threw a muscle shirt and jeans on and went back to the laundry room. I walked into the room and there she was. We said hello as we put out stuff in out respective dryers and went our separate ways again.

When I went back again, she was there, again. She must have gotten there a couple minutes before me and was just about to pick up the baskets piled two high again. I suggested she wait a couple minutes while I run my clothes to my apartment, and then I could give her a hand with hers.

Once we got up the three floors to her apartment, she asked me if I wanted to come inside for a drink. I said sure, and put the basket down on the table and took a seat on the couch. She said the only thing she had was milk, and as I looked up at her, I noticed she was not moving towards the fridge.

I couldn't believe my luck and in clearest voice I could muster in the situation, I told her that I prefer my milk to be warm, roughly body temperature. She smiled at me and slowly began to lift her little top up. The higher the top got, the harder my cock got. Suddenly she stopped and gave me the most wicked grin. She grabbed both of her nipples and suddenly the shirt was becoming very wet, and very transparent. I could not stand this any longer and puller her to me and removed the shirt throwing it with a splat on the floor. I took a very dark, very big nipple in my mouth and began to suck, but I was only getting a couple drops. She giggled and directed me the best way to get full streams of milk and soon enough I was going like a newborn on this milk filled wonders.

I don't know how long I was sucking on her tits, but was snapped out of my trance by a loud scream and realized she just had a huge orgasm. I released the amazing milk fountain and took in the amazing sight of her with one hand on her clit and the other squirting milk from the other nipple.