Affair with hot neighbour

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Hello everyone, this is Kumar writing again from Bangalore.

This was on a random day several months ago. I was staying alone at home and my folks were out of town. I got up half-heatedly to go for the morning walk. When I was about to close the main door of our flat, I heard someone calling me and I turned to see who it was. It was our next door hot neighbor lady who was dressed in formals shirt and pants hurriedly came to me.

Samantha and her hubby both in their late twenties were from North India and were working for an IT firm in Bangalore. I very rarely conversed with the young couple and I had heard that the young girl had a miscarriage recently and was going through hard times trying for a baby.
Samantha was about 5’5” and had black long hair that fell over her shoulders and she was looking beautiful in her office outfit.

I couldn’t help myself as I noticed her breasts were round and full, maybe a 34 D cup. I could tell that she was wearing a black bra which was seen through her white shirt and with black formal pants and looked like she was ready to go the office.

What really caught my eye though, were the two small wet spots on her shirt that were in front of her obliviously large nipples. I nodded my head in greeting and she smiled at me and said,“Don’t worry, do you need any help from me” I asked her still not able to remove my gaze from her wet spot on her shirt.

Samantha, “My husband is not in town from past 2 days and you can see that I have problem with my lactating.”
I was taken aback about a neighbor young lady discussing her feminine problem with a 27 year old boy like me but asked her ”How can I help you?”

Samantha with a straight face” Kumar, Let me be frank with you, I want you to help you drain my milk from my breasts, either you use your hands to do it or if you want you can suck and drink it. But I have to get rid of this excess milk in me as I have to attend an important meeting at 10 AM now as you can see they are leaking out from my shirt.

My hubby would have helped me by sucking the milk and he too has got tired of sucking my milk now. So can you please help me, Kumar?”
Samantha without waiting for my answer went through the opened door of my home went and sat on the sofa leaned back and crossed her legs, was looking at me with a certain sense of authority and mischief in her eyes. I came inside, locked the front door came near the sofa and stood before her looking at her with uneasiness in my eyes.

“So, Kumar, tell me how you want to do this? Do you want me to just unbutton my shirt or should I take it off for you?”

“Oh My God, Samantha, Do you really want me to do this”, but seeing firmness in her eyes I said, “It would be better if you take it off, it won’t stain your shirt and maybe I think I will suck you instead of wasting the milk. It has been a long time I sucked milk and want to taste it again”

Samantha uncrossed her legs and sat straight on the sofa. Her fingers went to her shirt buttons but her eyes never left my face, watching my reactions, as I waited for her to remove her shirt. She teased me by pulling one side of her shirt away from her breast and then covering that one and uncovering the other. She finally bared both of her beautiful breasts at the same time and then removed her shirt completely.

I just stared at her chest; her milk-swollen tits were right in front of me and watched as she cupped them in her hand and offered them to me. I sat down on the center table in front of the sofa and put my knees between her legs.

“Please suck my milk, Kumar and empty my breasts.” I leaned forward and slowly took her breast in my hand, my tongue flicking across her right nipple and then sliding around her aureole until I finally allowed my mouth to cover her nipple and began to suck.

I was in heaven and I think that she was enjoying my nipple sucking too. Samantha put her hand on the back of my head and drew me closer to her; a soft sigh escaping her mouth as I lightly bit and teased her nipple like I did to my wife’s nipple when I was sucking her dry boobs.

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