Seattle – by Dark Lord of Writing

Adult story: Seattle – A New Beginning (Chapter 1) by Dark Lord of Writing. All characters involved in sexual acts are over 18 years old. Enjoy! The story is including of Fiction, Blowjob, Cheating, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Lactation, Male/Female, Mature, Wife genres.

Adult story: Seattle – Chap 1: Meeting an Old Friend

by Dark Lord of Writing

Many of the people around me stood up, eager to deboard, but I preferred to stay seated. A few minutes passed and those in front of me had made their way off of the plane. I stood, grabbed my suitcase, and walked to the front of the plane.

“Thank you for flying with us,” said the young flight attendant. I thanked her and left the plane, passing by those who had checked their luggage. I made my way to the arrival gate where I anticipated being greeted by an old friend I had not seen for many years. Her name was Samantha and we had gone to college together. She studied biology, like most hot girls, while I studied mathematics. We would frequently take classes together and were complimentary study buddies, we frequently remarked.

Seattle was surprisingly sunny, the skies were a bright blue and the temperature was an ideal 75ish degrees Fahrenheit. As I approached the doors at the arrival entrance, I had to squint as my eyes adjusted to the midday sun. I then heard a voice call my name.

“Edward! Oh, Edward, over here!” I turned slightly to my right, smiled as I recognized my old friend and greeted her graciously. Samantha was more beautiful than I had remembered her being. She had shoulder length blonde hair, styled in a most complimentary way. She dressed in a business formal gray suit, which consisted of a fitted, knee length skirt, a white blouse and fitted suit jacket. She looked very classy. She was a woman that had grace and elegance in her every move.

“My car is just out front,” she said.

“Thank you again for picking me up, Samantha,” I said. She turned her head and looked at me for only a brief moment as we walked, her vibrant blue eyes locked with mine quickly before looking again away. In that fraction of a second, she seemed to see directly into my soul. But perhaps I was just imagining it.

I tossed my suitcase in her trunk and entered the small sedan. She looked into her left mirror as she pulled away from the curve, turning her hazards off as she did. I looked at her beautiful face, her soft, succulent lips, and the side of her ample breast peeking through the buttons of her blouse. She then turned and smiled at me, which startled me for a moment.

We made small talk as she drove my to my hotel. She told me about her job at a biomedical engineering startup. She told me about her 2 year old son. She told me about her husband and how they had married after meeting in graduate school. I shared with her my excitement for my new job here in Seattle as an accountant. She seemed very pleased that we could now start rekindling our friendship.

“I’m sorry we can’t get a late lunch or something today. I need to pick my son up from daycare.” Samantha told me.

“No worries. I understand. We will have plenty of time to catch up, since I will be living here.” I laughed. We then drove up to the hotel.

“It’s really good to see you,” Samantha said.

“You too,” I said. She leaned over and hugged me. She was wearing a mild perfume, which was quite lovely. I left the vehicle, grabbed my suitcase from the trunk and waived to her as she pulled away. After checking in, I turned my attention to finding a proper apartment. I should have done this earlier but hadn’t a chance to do so. The next day was Saturday and I started working officially at my new job on Monday. Samantha and I had plans to catch up, as her husband would be out of town for the weekend. We had arranged for her to pick me up, but she got busy. I suggested that I just take a taxi and would arrive about 10am.

At 10am, I paid the driver and stepped out of the taxi. Samantha’s home was a very clean, two story ranch style house. I rang the bell and Samantha opened the door. She was wearing a short, fitted skirt with a light blue, low cut, sleeveless blouse that appeared to be made of two layers of silky material. It was immediately clear that she was not wearing a bra. Her nipples became erect as the cool outside air touched them. She easily had double D breasts and they were perfectly shaped, and clearly natural. They danced freely behind her blouse as she moved.

“Please come in,” she said, “How was your cab ride?”

“It was fine, thank you for asking. I love Seattle’s skyline.” I said as I stepped into her home. I slipped off my shoes and followed her into the sitting room. Her small two year old child was playing with his toys on the floor. The house was very neat and had excellent lighting. There was lovely artwork on the walls and several bookshelves. Samantha was also an avid reader.

“Would you like something to drink? We have water, milk, juice, coffee or tea.” she said.

“Water would be great. Thank you.” I said.

“Of course, just a sec,” she said. A moment later, Samantha came back with two glasses of water, one she handed me and the other she placed on the coffee table. She sat in the chair across from me but then reached down to help her child with a toy. As she leaned down, I was given a glimpse of her stunning cleavage. I felt guilty looking at a married woman’s body, but I could not at all help it. Samantha was a sight to behold.

“This is my son, Adrian,” she said, “He is my life, but also a little trouble maker. Aren’t you, Adrian?” She rubbed his tiny back as she spoke. Her breasts gently swayed as she did. Could she possibly be intentionally displaying herself to me? I drank some water and tried to look away.

“You have stunning artwork! Is it a local author?” I asked.

“Yes it is! She is a friend of mine. I love her work and I feel good investing in a friend’s business. She gives me a discount too. I’m sure she would for you as well, if you are interested.” Samantha said.

“I certainly am! My new home is going to need some decorating. I want it to look nice for the ladies,” I said with a corny chuckle. She giggled, smiled and crossed her arms, pushing her breasts together and enhancing their already magnificent form.

“I’m sure you get many visitors,” she said, blushing for a second and then looking away. “I haven’t had a chance to congratulate you on your new job! Congrats! When do you start?” she said, oddly and abruptly changing the subject.

“Monday,” I said, “I’m looking forward to it. And the people there are great! I already know a couple of them from graduate school.”

“How fortunate! I must say, I thought you were rather happy working for Intel.” She said.

“I was, and the pay was amazing, but this company gives me more responsibility and will have much greater payoff financially in the long term, potentially. I’m not a huge fan of California these days either…” I said. I was just about to go into the details of it when I noticed that Samantha’s blouse, around and below her nipples, was oddly wet. It occurred to me that she must still be breastfeeding her son, which explains why her boobs are much larger than I had remembered.

“Uhmm… I think you’re leaking there.” I said, suspecting that saying it now would likely mitigate future discomfort.

“My God! I’m so sorry! Some days I feel like a human cow!” she joked. “I produce many times more milk than Adrian can drink and it makes life challenging,” she said. “Thankfully, I can work from home most days and nurse him. It certainly beats pumping in the bathroom at work,” she went on, while rolling her eyes.

I listened intently with, no doubt, a slightly surprised face.

“Oh gosh. I’m sorry, you probably don’t want to hear all of this,” she said.

“No!” I objected, perhaps too aggressively, “I mean, I don’t mind. It is clearly important to you and I want to know about the things that are important to you.”

“Aww… Thank you Edward. That is very sweet of you to say,” she said. “…Adrian is hungry. Do you mind if I feed him under a blanket?” she asked.

“Not at all. Have at it, the kid’s gotta eat” I said, trying to play it cool. Samantha lifted Adrian from the floor with a hop. Holding the child against her chest, I could see the side of her boob bulging and fold slightly from the arm holes of her sleeveless blouse. She walked to a nearby cupboard, opened it and withdrew a light pink and white plaid blanket. She sat back down in her chair holding her son and covered herself with the blanket. She then slipped the sleeves of her blouse off both of her shoulders. This allowed her blouse to bunch up around her waist under the blanket freeing her breasts for use. She did this quickly and was clearly a pro.

“Just a moment,” she said with a smile full of white teeth then pulled the blanket up over her head. She adjusted the baby so he could nurse comfortably. “Okay, I’m back,” she said with a playful smirk as she lowered the blanket. “I like to feel him on my skin when I nurse. It’s supposed to increase the child-mother bond,” she continued.

“I’ve heard that too,” I said, admiring the careful attention she was giving to her son’s well being. She was clearly a first-class mother. “Can I get you anything?” I asked.

“Yes, actually! Would you hand me my glass of water?” she asked. I got up, grabbed her water glass from the coffee table and handed it to her. Adrian was nursing from her right breast. She pulled her left arm from beneath the blanket, exposing part of her left breast as she did. I saw little more than one would see if she wore a bikini, but my heart rate still increased. “That was close,” she said as she pulled the blanket up over her left breast. At that moment she noticed several white milk droplets on her arm. Clearly milk was pressed or otherwise trickled out of her left breast and onto her left arm. Samantha, without losing a moment, licked the milky droplets from her arm. She then stopped suddenly – realizing that her instincts had betrayed her for she was not alone. She slowly looked up at me and said, “Yummy?” with an uncertain smile.