From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Breasts (MF, milk)
Date: 3 Jan 1996 04:16:09 GMT

			       Breasts

	I have always had a fascination with breasts. Though I'd
prefer large breasts, breasts of any size will catch my attention. One
aspect of breasts that arouses my sexual urge is when they produce
milk. I love to watch a breastfeeding mother especially one so bold as
to nurse in public and not be discreet. I have been fortunate enough
to view these women as they let their infant suckle their breast while
most of the tit is showing. This brings back a memory from my college
days that I would like to share.

	I was fortunate enough to attend a college which was located
close to mountains. In the foothills were trails that you could hike
up and view the surrounding area.

	I decided to take a hike one day, so I packed up my backpack
with fruit and binoculars and headed out. It was a nice mild fall
afternoon and I enjoyed the climb to my favorite rock formation which
gave me spectacular view of the valley.

	I pulled out my binoculars to view the scenery. There had been
some other hikers in the area that had decided to leave and I swung my
head around to see if I could catch their departure. What I caught
came as a surprise because it was the least likely place I thought I
would see this.

	What I saw with my binoculars was a young mother contently
nursing her infant. She was not very far away so I got a rather close
look from my vantage point. She was wearing a button down blouse,
which was opened fully to expose a fairly large breast.

	As I watched from my perch I longed to be closer. I decided
that I would act as if I was hiking up the trail and stop close to
her. If she continued to nurse, I would have a good view. If she
closed up shop and left, I would be no worse off than I was.

	I put my binoculars away and proceeded back around the rock
formation. I quicken my step so as not to miss any of the action and
to add some realism to my planned rest stop. As I came upon her I made
sure she heard me coming so she would not be startled.

	I took a deep breath and as I came beside her I smiled and
said hello. She replied the same as I took off my backpack and removed
an apple to eat. She did not move or make a effort to cover the
exposed breast. Her breasts were in fact quite large. I could see the
blue veins coursing through them. Her areole was rather large also as
the baby's mouth could not fully cover it. The areole was a deep dark
brown.

	She talked to her baby as the child suckled not paying
attention to me gazing at her chest area. At one point she switched
breasts and instead of closing the nursing flap on the just nursed
breast, she left it open while she opened the other side and
positioned the baby. This gave me an excellent view of the breast as
it peaked out of the nursing bra. Along with the large dark brown
areole was a thick nipple, probably around the size of the tip of my
thumb. Once she had the baby positioned and he was contently nursing,
she closed the exposed breast with the nursing flap. I had been
staring for quite a while and by this time she knew that I was
fascinated.

	She asked me if I came to the foothills often and I replied
that every once and a while I liked to hike. She stated that she liked
to nurse in the hills as it was peaceful. Out of the blue she asked me
if I liked watching her nurse. She then asked if I had ever tasted
mother's milk.

	I replied that I did enjoy watching her and I thought her
breasts were very inviting. With that she undid the nursing flap on
her bra and invited me to suckle at her breast. As I moved slowly
toward her I could feel my heart beating strongly. My lips could not
enclose the areole but the thick nipple fit inside my mouth quite
nicely.

	I began to suck and felt the watery sweet milk hit the back of
my throat. She held my head as I nursed and softly spoke of how she
had plenty of milk and to suckle all I wanted. It must have been a
sight to see a woman in the middle of the woods nursing a grown man
and a baby. I was in my own world and as the milk came freely did not
have a care in the world. I nursed for what seemed like 15 minutes. In
that time her baby had finished and had been burped.

	I looked up at her and she offered me the other breast which I
took. I could not get enough and finally stopped for fear someone
might show up on the trail. She asked me if I was finished and assured
me that I could nurse as long as I wanted.

	I told her thanks but I would rather save it for another time.
She expertly fastened each nursing flap as she held the baby and
buttoned her shirt.

	I asked her where she lived but she declined to tell me. She
put the baby in his carrier on her back and strolled off into the
woods. I thought about following her but decided that the experience
was not worth ruining.