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WARNING: READ THE ENTIRE INTRO THOROUGHLY BEFORE READING ANY OF
MY STORIES SO THAT YOU WILL NOT BE OFFENDED BY THE MATERIAL.

This story contains sex between two women. It contains the
account of one woman breast feeding the other.

This story is a slightly embellished account of a true
experience. I am grateful to those who have shared their
experiences with me to serve as the basis for these stories and I
am always looking for more true experiences from others to write
about. The subject matter I find most interesting deals with
first time experiences, innocence lost, lactation, reluctance,
and trib.

In these stories I seek to share what I believe can be beautiful,
erotic or just enlightening experiences of real women. Feel free
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"BUSINESS TRIP"
by Ginny Walker, 2002
wcollege2001@yahoo.com
F/F MILK TRIB 1st


I had been divorced for two years this summer. Ending our 13
year marriage was nobody's fault really. My ex and I just did
more fighting than anything else, and it had finally taken its
toll on us all - including our 12 year old daughter. Actually,
the past two years had been the most pleasant of them all. My ex
was somewhat financially supportive while I went back to school
to finish my degree (quitting school to marry was my first big
mistake). I got my BA this past May and spent the next three
months searching for a job. Lots of interviews came and went. But
nothing. On one particular Tuesday I returned home to find a
message on my answering machine. This wasn't too unusual, but the
fact that it was from a large advertising agency that I had given
my resume to over a month ago, was amazing. I could hardly sleep
at all that night. I called back first thing in the morning and
received an interview for that Thursday.

My nerves were a wreck Thursday morning. It took me two hours to
get ready and put my makeup on. I paid special attention to my
dress selection and eye makeup, going for a slightly younger look
than my 35 years. Upon arrival, the receptionist informed my
interview was with Ms. Corey Chandler, one of the ad execs up on
the fifth floor. As I entered the elevator I noticed there were
only six floors, so I thought Ms. Chandler must be in a senior
position.

I arrived at her office - it was quite large, with a smaller
office just outside her door and a secretary seated a few feet
from both of them. I was surprised when I met Ms. Chandler for
the first time - mainly because I expected an older, even rough,
middle-aged woman. Corey, on the other hand, looked to be about
25 years old - 28 at the outside. She had managed to achieve a
great position for herself in what must have been a very short
amount of time. She looked the part though, and handled herself
in a very professional, no-nonsense manner. I was very
intimidated by Corey - still the interview went well, I thought.

I got the call Friday. I'm embarrassed to admit, but I actually
yelled in the phone when Melanie (Corey's secretary) told me I
got the job. I was ecstatic - "Barbara Rockwell, Assistant to Ms.
Corey Chandler"! The next few weeks were busy ones for me. There
was so much to learn. The advertising business was all new to me,
and everything was a priority. Things would be calm for a day and
then something would hit the fan and all of us would be putting
in long hours for days on end. I gained much respect for Corey
over that period. She was a fantastic boss - very fair, but she
also had very high expectations. No one said "no" to her. I could
see how she got to where she was. I was a hard worker and fit in
well with her style. Corey confided in me that that was her
assessment at our interview and was the reason she gave me the
job. We got to know each other better over the weeks that passed.
She was extremely driven - almost too success driven in my
opinion. I knew she was married, but I was surprised to learn
that she was a recent mom. In fact, that was part of the reason
she sought an assistant. Juggling work, hubby and a three month
old baby was getting difficult for her to manage.

Corey and I made a good team and her stress level seemed ease
with the additional help I was able to provide. Fall was upon us,
which I would learn is a crazy time for an ad agency. Corey
called me into her office Monday morning and told me to make
flight and hotel plans for both of us to travel to a client's
facility in Los Angelis THIS Friday! I booked our arrival for
Thursday before noon - giving us time to get settled in, adjust
to the time change, review Corey's presentation and still get
enough sleep for the 8:00AM morning session. If things went well,
there was to be a 6:30PM follow-on session. It was nearly
impossible to coordinate everything on such short notice, but I
managed to get us a flight back on Sunday morning. Saturday was
booked and it saved the company $1200 by having a Saturday stay.
That more than covered the extra $250 for the suite for Saturday
night. They always get two-room suites when only two employees
are traveling - it's cheaper than two separate rooms plus you are
co-located and have a large area to work and teleconference.

Corey was frantic the two days before we left. This was an
important client and the financial impact was huge. At the
airport I opted to check my bags and carry on the copies of the
presentation - figuring that my clothes could be replaced. As
usual, our flight was delayed and we didn't get to our hotel
until 3 PM. Corey was visibly upset as the 8AM deadline was fast
approaching. We worked together on her presentation until 9PM,
ordering room service at around 7. Corey seemed a little short
tempered the last few hours - I assumed it was because of the
pressure on her from tomorrow's pitch. Finally she called it
quits. I was relieved. My stress was over (the preparation), it
was now entirely on Corey alone. I went into my room, closed the
door and crashed.

I was in a deep sleep when I heard a knocking at the door. I
woke up and took a second to remember where I was. Another knock
came - it was faster, and followed by a loud "Barbara"! I got up
and opened the door. Corey was standing there with a anxious look
on her face. "I need help" she exclaimed with an abrupt tone. She
turned and walked to the sofa in the common area. I asked what
was wrong, expecting we had overlooked something with the
presentation. I never could have imagined the problem she
proceeded to describe to me. She told me how she was breast
feeding her son and that she needed to pump every six hours or so
when she was away from him. In all the chaos that preceded this
trip, she had forgotten to pack her breast pump. She explained
that she was engorged and with that, exposed one cup of her bra
from under her robe. It was wet with leaking milk and she
explained the excruciating pain she was experiencing as a result.

I doubted my own hearing when she said the words "I need you to
help" - in a manner similar to assigning me a task at work. What
did she mean - this sure wasn't within my normal job description,
I thought to myself. What did she expect me to do? I just sat
there dumbfounded. It was obvious Corey was not going to let
having a baby change or threaten her career plans, and with that
she opened the front of her nightgown. I could tell by her eyes
what she expected of me. I was paralyzed by shock and fear, yet
my mind was racing with the reality of my position. Corey again
firmly stated, "you need to help me". I became anxious; I had
worked so hard to get this job and I felt like was about to throw
it away if I ignored her - and it was a great job at that.

I shocked myself as I found my hand reaching to Corey's breast.
Reading my nonverbal consent, she proceeded to unhook the front
clasp of her bra, exposing both of her leaking breasts. My hand
touched her bare breast - it was the first time I had ever done
this. It felt warm and hard from the pressure of her milk. I
started fumbling around with my fingers but was certainly not
being productive. Frankly, I didn't know what I was doing. I'll
never forget the words Corey then spoke to me. In an almost
pleading voice she softly said, "use your mouth". I was frozen
for a second - then Corey placed her hand on the back of my neck,
drawing me to her. A part of me must have consented because I was
unable, or at least unwilling, to resist.

Without regard for what I was doing, my lips parted and I
brought Corey's nipple into my mouth for the first time. I
thought to myself, "I don't know what to do" - but in reality,
what was there to know? I suckled. Even a baby knows how to do
that. Corey's milk began to flow into my mouth. It occurred to me
that what I was doing what not so much a skill, but rather an
instinct. It was an instinct that had awakened after lying
dormant since birth. My mouth, lips and tongue were all working
together to bring relief to Corey's excessive breast. As my mouth
filled with her hot liquid, I swallowed. It was a reaction
really. The second swallow was more out of curiosity. Her milk
was so sweet, so hot. This is what gives a baby nourishment and
life, I pondered.

The flow of Corey's milk had really increased, and I was now
almost gulping as I drank down her flowing milk. Finally the flow
slowed, and Corey simply said "the other one". I released her
teat and reached over to her left breast. I began to suckle it.
It occurred to me that my swallows were no longer out of reaction
or curiosity alone, but also the result of desire. There was some
satisfaction from this act. Something in me liked what I was
doing - it was no longer "just my job". I drained Corey's second
globe and released it from my lips, a slurping sound escaping as
the suction around her nipple was broken. Corey simply said
"that's much better", in the tone of a boss to her employee, then
got up and went to her room. I tried to put what had just
happened out of my mind, as I went to sleep.

The wake-up call came in at a painful 5AM (this would leave us
enough time to shower, check everything and get to the client's
well before 8AM). Corey came out of her shower just as I was
about to enter mine. She called to me, "Barbara... I need to talk
to you... about last night...". I began to reply, "Corey, I'm OK,
really...". She cut me off, "I need your help again before we
leave", as she sat down on the sofa. The reality of what that
meant hit me; and I approached, as if out of some absurd sense of
employee loyalty. As I sat, Corey opened her towel exposing her
large breasts to me. I looked at them for several seconds before
leaning over and drawing her left nipple into my mouth. Having
gained the experience of the previous night and overcoming some
of the repulsion that I had initially felt towards what I was
doing, I fed on Corey's magnificent breast, almost with
enthusiasm. I found myself mouthing her breast more and raking my
tongue across her nipple, flicking the tip as it made its home in
my mouth. Corey seemed to respond as well. I could hear her
softly moaning as I milked her. As I released her left breast to
begin on her right one, I noticed her towel was completely opened
and Corey had her hand in between her legs. I was shocked that
she she would actually masturbate as I suckled her.

This had, at that moment, become a sexual act. Prior to that it
was innocent, albeit, not quite normal. As if part of me
recognized this new dimension to this activity, I followed
Corey's lead, and I became more aggressive in my treatment of her
breast. I could tell Corey was frigging herself rapidly now and I
suckled her breast with equal passion. Finally, Corey began to
moan loudly and her chest heave, almost ripping her nipple from
my mouth, as she came in a powerful orgasm. I had finished my
task and released her nipple and proceeded to the shower - too
embarrassed to make eye contact or even say a word. As I reached
the doorway, Corey said "that was great, Barbara".

We made the 8AM appointment on time and the presentation went
well. Corey seemed much less stressed, was smiling more, and was
way less serious. She made plans for lunch as we waited to hear
about the possibility of the follow-on presentation. We never
brought up what had happened back in the hotel, we just kept the
conversation light. Soon after lunch Corey received word that our
6:30PM was a go.

The second pitch went even better and Corey was riding high. It
was as if a weight had been lifted from both of us. It had been a
long, long week - and it had finally paid off. We had a huge
dinner out, and Corey even sprang for a bottle of Moet to
celebrate. We discussed our Saturday off since we weren't leaving
until Sunday morning. We figured we'd do some shopping and
sightseeing. We got back to the room at about 9PM and I got ready
for bed since my body was still on Eastern time. Corey asked me
if I wanted to watch a movie. I plopped down on the sofa, telling
her maybe just for the first half.

A few minutes later Corey looked over and told me that she hurt
again. I gave her a half smile and nodded She lifted her her
blouse up over her head and just looked at me - as if she were
waiting for me to take the initiative. I brought my hands up to
her white satin bra and released the clasp. I noticed that her
nipples were already hard - protruding out from her small, brown
areolas. I cupped her breasts and looked Corey in the eyes. She
glanced down, no longer the strong, confident, business woman,
but more of a shy schoolgirl I took her nipple into my mouth and
proceeded to suckle her. This was as much sexual fore playas it
was breast feeding and I began to slide my mouth over her breast.
No longer just sucking, but now kissing as well. It didn't matter
that this was another woman, my sexual urges were simply acting
on their own. I moved to the under slopes of her breast, kissing
and suckling the smooth skin - her nipple now completely out of
play. I moved to her other breast, innocently resting my hand on
her thigh as I balanced myself. I began moving back and forth
from breast to breast, licking them completely and then latching
on to a nipple to draw some milk.

Corey was moaning. I felt her grasp my hand and bring it to her
crotch. I became scared - I wasn't ready for this, I thought. My
hesitancy was met with more determination from Corey as she
forcefully pressed my hand between her legs. I could feel the
wetness of her panties - she was soaked. Corey guided my hand,
and used my fingers to press the silk of her panties up between
her swollen labia. I noticed how warm she felt down there. I
became more aroused and soon needed no guidance from Corey. As I
continued loving her breasts, I slipped my hand inside of Corey's
panties. She felt so different from me. I explored her vulva with
the palm of my hand, spreading her oozing juices all over her
mound. I could feel very little hair and thought how sexy her
trimmed vagina must look.

I was like a blind person, learning and exploring with my hand.
Even my mouth and tongue were revealing new sensations, textures
and flavors to me. My index finger came to rest in the valley of
her slit between her labia. I slid my hand up and down several
times and a second finger joined the first as they began to part
her wet labia and sink between her puffy lips. I'll never forget
that feeling as I slid into another woman for the first time. It
was like liquid velvet - there was absolutely no resistance to my
intrusion, as if her vagina was drawing me inside. I gloried in
this new sensation - in this new journey, a journey only two
women can experience together. I began to piston my fingers in
and out of Corey, to which she merely whimpered "Oh yes". I
thought about how her husband's cock must do this to her, and
became intoxicated at the reality that it was I who was now
fucking this woman with my hand. Corey was close and cried out,
"make me come Barbara"! Her words triggered something deep within
me - the sight of my hand inside this woman's panties and the
reality of this situation overwhelmed me and I gave myself over
completely to this act of lesbian lovemaking. Instinctively I
knew what to do as I moved down between Corey's open legs. Her
panties were stretched down by my hand as I moved my fingers in
and out of her gorgeous vagina. I then brought my mouth down onto
her moist vulva, my mouth opened wide so it could encompass her
entire mound above my fingers.

My first taste of another woman's vagina was unimaginable, and
unsurpassed - it is forever etched in my mind and soul. I flicked
my tongue all over Corey's juicy labia, licking up and down her
slit, my fingers still sliding in and out of her womanhood. My
tongue soon found her clit. I was caught off guard as my tongue
touched it - though my eyes were closed, her clit felt as big as
the tip of my little finger as I teased it. Finally, I sucked it
into my mouth and worked it hard with my tongue. Corey screamed
loudly, "Oh God I'm Coming" and bucked up violently, causing my
hand to slip out of her vagina and positioning the lower part of
her vulva against my mouth. I pulled hard against her thighs and
pressed my tongue into her as my mouth made love to this
incredible creature. Corey came and came, oozing her cum into my
seeking mouth. I lapped hungrily at her vagina. I eagerly drank
down her womanly nectar, noticing how different this was from her
breast milk - much thicker and with a very powerful flavor, that
even tingled my tongue.

I laid there between Corey's legs with conflicting emotions - I
thought how unnatural all was, yet I was completely surrendered
to it. The scent of her sex aroused me. She tasted so good in my
mouth - I wanted more, I wanted all of her. I had given Corey
such pleasure - she had cum for me. There was such a powerful
sense of satisfaction in that. It was such an intimate moment.

I looked up at Corey. Her chest was still heaving as she came
down from her orgasm. I kissed her belly button - I don't know
why I wanted to really. Then I kissed the under slopes of her
breasts as they rose and fell under me from her still heavy
breathing. I then alternately kissed and licked her nipple and
areola which were still so hard. The little bumps on her areolas
tickled my tongue, and converted the lust and desire I felt into
obvious pleasure for Corey. I slid up further feeling my skin
against Corey's - my robe-like nightgown had apparently opened
from all the activity. My breasts pressed against hers. I lifted
my head to look at Corey with her eyes still closed. This caused
my back to arch and pressed our hips more tightly together. I
felt my vulva touch Corey's, giving me an electric shock. I began
to gyrate my hips seeking to increase the intense sensations that
were emanating from between my legs. I could feel my own wetness
mix with Corey's as our vulvas began to slip over and into the
other's.

The sensation was so totally erotic, and the sight was
incredible. I put more of my weight on Corey as we continued,
what seemed at the time to be, an attempt at imitating
heterosexual intercourse. But there was no denying that this was
even more pleasurable than any heterosexual sex I had ever
experienced. Our humping increased its pace and soon Corey and I
were approaching an unconventional, yet familiar crescendo. I
could hear sloshing sounds originating from where our lower
bodies were joined. I looked down and was awe struck by the sight
of our vulvas "kissing" each other, labia pressing against labia.
Then something unexpected happened, I felt my labia actually
slide into Corey's vagina. Corey immediately felt it too because
her eyes shot wide open. The sensation of this penetration was
incredible.

I needed to make love to her so badly, and I realized at that
moment that THIS WAS lesbian intercourse. Our bodies were joined
in a complete and perfect manner - the mutual pleasure we were
both simultaneously experiencing testified to that fact. I
brought myself down hard onto Corey seeking to get myself as deep
into her as was possible. We began to cum together as the most
powerful orgasm I have ever experienced ripped through me like a
bullet. I could actually feel a surge of fluid between us as our
juices were expelled from one vagina into the other's.

Suddenly the urge to kiss Corey overwhelmed me and I mashed my
mouth down on hers. Her lips parted and my tongue slid into her
accepting mouth. We kissed passionately as our orgasms coursed
through our bodies. I felt so completely connected to this woman -
as if we had become one flesh. I could feel her heart beating
through my breasts as they pressed tightly against her. Her
tongue felt so natural as it explored my mouth. We shifted our
position slightly, our legs intertwined around each other's,
breasts to breasts like puzzle pieces, as we drifted off to sleep
together. As I did, I couldn't help but feel a little
disappointed at the prospect of sight seeing tomorrow.

-THE END-

by Ginny Walker, 2002
wcollege2001@yahoo.com
Future stories will appear on my web site www.geocities.com/wcollege2001
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