Sextuations Studio presents Milk for Me

On a red-eye flight to a lactation conference and convention, Dr. Perkums was about ready to catch some shut-eye when a woman dressed smartly in a business suit and carrying a tote bag carry-on luggage suddenly sat herself next to him without so much as a word.

Being that they were already half an hour into the flight, Dr. Perkums thought that it was a bit odd that he should get a seatmate so suddenly and so he decided to do a little… investigating.

At first glance, there was nothing out of the ordinary, but being the expert that he was, he snuck himself a closer look and was immediately suspicious.

Though she had a petite frame, her chest was in fact quite large for someone her size and her breasts pushed at the front of her blazer so much that the buttons were strained. Though she looked distinctly uncomfortable with the blazer stretched so tightly across her chest, the woman was unwilling to remove her jacket and kept her arms crossed in front of her.

Big tits didn’t always mean milk, but in this case, Dr. Perkums was almost certain of it. He was, after all, Dr. Perkums and he was, after all, headed to a lactation conference.

Maybe the woman was, too?

The question was, how to approach the subject?

After a few moments of thought, he pulled out a notebook and started sketching out a grid for the game of Lines and Boxes. Once he was finished, he cleared his throat.

“Fancy a game of Lines and Boxes to wile away some time? It seems like we have a rather long flight ahead of us?”

The woman startled, but she smiled. A chance for distraction from her uncomfortable state was a welcome thing and she accepted the invitation. Shifting a little uncomfortably in her seat, she said, “Why not?”

And so the game began, but halfway into the game…

“… You know, I just noticed something funny about this game board,” the woman murmured as she connected a line and completed a box.

“… To be honest, I noticed something about you, too,” Dr. Perkums confided just as quietly.

“… Did you draw breasts instead of dots?” the woman asked directly as her nipples pricked in involuntary arousal.

“… Are you lactating?” Dr. Perkums asked, just as directly. Shifting his legs apart a bit, he hoped that his seatmate would notice the growing bulge of his crotch and realize his interest and be encouraged to confide in him.

The woman paused in the middle of finishing another box. Just as Dr. Perkums hoped, she glanced in his direction and the bulge didn’t go by her unnoticed.

“I’m in an adult nursing relationship and I really need to be nursed. My partner was supposed to come with me for this lactating convention, but they had to cancel because of last minute work plans,” she finally explained quietly.

“How fortunate, then, that I’m here,” Dr. Perkums smiled. Putting away their game, he leaned closer and murmured, “My name is Dr. Perkums and I am a lactation specialist and I am passionate about breast milk. If you would like, I would love to breastfeed from you on this flight?”

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