Saturday finally arrived, although to Jerry it felt like weeks since he had last nursed Erin's magnificent mounds. As agreed previously, he would arrive at her house around ten a.m., and she would be waiting. His relationship with her had quickly developed from friendly chatting and occasional light coffee "dates" to this: fondling and nursing her huge breasts.
According to Erin, it was not a sexual experience that she wanted. It was more about the physical need to empty her lactating tits of Mother's milk. But Jerry could see that it was more than that. Erin derived pleasure from the human interaction, or she could use a breast pump. That she had chosen him to meet those physical needs excited him. He got an erection just thinking about it.
The problem was that despite the pleasure they both derived from these shared experiences, Erin insisted it could not be sexual. She established ground rules that were set in stone, or so it seemed. Easy for you to say, he thought. I struggle NOT to get an erection.
He rang the bell, and it opened almost immediately. He stepped inside but noticed something different about her. First, she was wearing make-up and lipstick, something he hadn't noticed on previous occasions. Secondly, she was wearing a skirt. Jerry had never seen Erin in anything but pants, but he was pleasantly surprised to see a pair of long, slim legs adorned with nylons. Her top was a designer T-shirt but without a bra. Her huge nipples were shouting at him, and his cock was listening.
"C'mon in. Would you like coffee or water? I just made a fresh pot."
"Sure, I'll have a cup. You look nice. Special occasion, or do you need to go somewhere soon?"
"No, I just decided to get out of my frumpy house clothes for a change. And since I knew you were coming over, I thought I'd make these puppies more accessible. No bra, in case you hadn't noticed."
"Hard not to notice, Erin. That's a look that suits you. Your beautiful breasts should be proudly displayed without trying to cover them up. But I'm not supposed to notice, am I? I'm a gentleman, remember?"
"Well, even gentlemen can look at boobs once in a while. I think we're past that stage since you've seen the real things–not to mention kissed and sucked them. And they–and I–appreciate that. Anyway, here's your coffee, and I have some fresh pastries as well."
Erin laid everything out at the kitchen table, and the two chatted about nothing while sharing the mid-morning snack. When Jerry refused a refill, Erin cleared the table and set the dishes in the sink. Jerry watched her as her large globes jiggled and swayed with her movements. He was going to have a hard time maintaining a neutral position in his pants at this rate. Even in his seventies, he was not immune to jiggling boobs.
"I thought we could go into the bedroom to nurse. My bed is much more comfortable than the couch. Is that okay?"
"Sure, that's fine. Lead on McDuff. I'm right behind you."
Jerry followed Erin, his eyes glued to her ass in a tight skirt. Erin scooted up onto the bed and patted a spot next to her.
"Wanna start by just warming me up? You know–just fondle me a bit?"
"It would be my pleasure. How about I start with your T-shirt on? I love the look of your boobs poking through the thin material. Sometimes clothing only makes things sexier. Oops, I'm not supposed to use that word, am I?"
"That's fine, Jerry. I like to think I'm sexy. I just don't want to have actual sex. That doesn't mean you can't appreciate my assets. Flattery is fine."
By now, Jerry had a ripe boob in his hand, squeezing and lightly pinching it. Once again, Erin leaned over and kissed him on the forehead without thinking. It was an automatic response.
Jerry followed up with kisses through the thin cotton and lightly bit her rubbery nipples. Suddenly, a milky wet spot appeared on Erin's shirt from a projecting bud.
"Maybe we'd better get this out of the way. You've already opened the spigot." Erin grabbed the hem and lifted her shirt over her head. It temporarily got hung up on her boobs, and they jiggled enticingly when finally released from their imprisonment.
"You do have beautiful tits, Erin. It's a shame everyone can't enjoy them as I do, but I'm not complaining. I'm honored."